[Indeed, Manjoume does have to do his own grocery shopping--ever since graduating from school and trying to get involved in the pro leagues, he no longer has any access to his family's money, on account of his brothers being... not particularly happy that he didn't want them greasing the wheels into society than earning the right to be there. But you know what they suck anyway, so fuck them.

So, no more servants that he could send to get him food or cook, he has to go to the grocery store to take care of himself... and his wayward spirits haunting him. The Ojamas can't actually eat his food but they sure do have opinions on which sugary snack he should get and argue "No, Boss, get that other brand, it has even more colors in it!"]

Who cares about colors, that doesn't affect anything about the taste for this one, you morons...

[And then his hand nearly comes in contact with another person's reaching it for something, and he mentally kicks himself. Not because he almost touched some stranger, but because to most normal people, he probably looks like he's talking to himself...]

Ah, no, you can have it, I don't really need it that...

[And then he pauses upon properly processing her words.]

... wait, friends? What friends?

["Hey don't gloss over the fact that she also said cute!"]