Well, he had asked if she needed help. Of course, Grant hadn't planned on getting dragged into following her all around the Square. But then, what had he expected when he'd volunteered to help her carry her booty ... err ... purchases?

"Uh, alright. Where are we going...?" Grant asks, glancing back over his shoulder at the chocolate shop. He'll be back - he hopes. The place can't run out of chocolate, can it?