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"Oh, I don't know," Jemma said over her shoulder as she and Clint walked through the grocery store. "There's quite a bit to be said for a proper fry-up, although some people do think of them as bland." She's got a basket full of food already since she's decided that she's cooking dinner for them, and she's been justifying some British food to him this whole time even though he's not protested.

"Alright, I think this is enough." It was a normal day, normal dinner plans- until... Well.

"Isn't that sweet?" Jemma looked up at the old woman who was running the register.

"Hm? Pardon?"

"Oh, what I was saying, dear, is that it's so sweet that you're making dinner for your boyfriend."

Oh.

Oh dear.

Date: 2017-01-03 09:40 pm (UTC)
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"I'm breathing, Jemma. You're freaking out, and yeah, I'm kind of freaking out because you're freaking out, but--" I shrug helplessly. "She was old. Isn't that kind of the consolation prize for getting to a certain age? You get to say really uncomfortable stuff and everyone else knows they're supposed to give you a free pass?"

I hurry to keep up with her, happy to be a step or two behind so she can't see me fidget, even though it's making it kind of hard for me to know exactly what she's saying.

"She was wrong, so what? I'm... I'm not sure why you're so upset? Sorry, but... I don't know, you've got to help me out here."

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