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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.