My unicorn got run over by a tractor

Octavia went to empty the rest of her shopping onto the counter. An entire pineapple (because fruit was better when there was knifework involved), a few oranges, a thing of strawberries. And a bag of those mini peanut butter cups because those were kind of a comfort thing, not that she'd say so.

"It's why I'm half made of Oreos now, too," she said. "And cake."

Liam had used his precocious adorableness for good to get them that.