Oh. He forgot something else entirely. An entire recipe, which, is totally fine-- it's not fine, she's starving! She wasn't kidding about things said in a state of hunger. How is she supposed to be patient and supportive when all she can think about is a home-cooked meal that she might not even GET now!?

"Hey, it's okay." No it's not. "I couldn't even remember my last name earlier!" Or that she was married. See? It's not anything to be embarrassed about, it's just something they seriously have to remedy because Kenzi knows she won't be able to cook anything remotely edible unless it's pre-packaged and going in the microwave.

She follows behind, concerned more about her stomach than Rumlow's memory. The produce department is a good start. Maybe seeing things will make it click and they'll be back on track and home and eating in under five minutes. Okay, that's a big of wishful thinking, but her stomach's taken over for her brain right now.

Kenzi picks up a potato. It's Idaho, they have a lot of potatoes, maybe he was gonna make potato... something. She holds it up to him hesitantly, with a quizzical look on her face. Really, the visual form of her cautiously asking 'potaaaaatooo?!?!?!?'