Zir Stepped into the wide hallway connecting the kitchen and the living room; He stopped in his tracks as he noticed his little pony, Derpy, standing outside the pantry, cleared of all food except for a single, empty box of Oaty Oats, and a salt shaker without it's cousin, the pepper shaker. He looked at the little pony with a soft smile, and perhaps a slight bit of confusion in his eyes.
"Derpy, you silly thing, what are you doing in the pantry closet, and where is all the food?" Zir asked as he put his hands on his hips. The little pony looked up at him with bright eyes and an eager look.
"I cleaned out your pantry, Zir!" She exclaimed in excitement, tapping her hooves on the floor and flicking her wings out. "Can we go grocery shopping now?"
Zir smirked and shook his head before sighing. He looked lovingly upon Derpy, not upset that she ate/threw out all of his canned, bagged and boxed food, but more adoring of the little pony's innocence and eagerness to do such things that most people would be hassled to do. Not many a human being enjoyed the "art" of grocery shopping, for it was a tedious, boring task that was yet mandatory for livelihood.
"Of course, Derpy...We can go grocery shopping any time you want," He leans down to face level with her, stroking the back of her mane downwards and looking into her big, golden eyes. He was not a man of much finances, but he always took the extra effort, working extra hours, just so he could buy food not just for himself, but for the pony he had taken the obligation to give a home and take care of.
"Can I drive this time?" Derpy asked. Zir chuckled and ruffled Derpy's mane.
"Maybe next time..." he replied before standing back up and grabbing his keys from the key hooks on the wall. Derpy "squee'd" happily and quickly trotted out the door towards Zir's old beater sub-compact. Zir followed her quickly, eager to spend as much time as he could with his little pony.