Squinting at the potato, Rumlow shifts his stare from it to her. He shakes his head. No, there are no potatoes in what he wants. Something that rhymes with potato, however -- Rumlow makes his way to the tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes. They're not in season, but it's either this or canned, and he gets the impression that canned won't work. He picks up a container, realizing they don't have a cart or basket.

"Here, hold these for a sec," he tells Kenzi, offering her the tomatoes to hold. He heads back to the entrance and grabs a cart, wheeling it back to her. He gestures towards it with a nod, letting her know she can deposit it in there. He steps forward, and then stops. Another blank. He's picturing something green.

"Not lettuce..." he murmurs to himself. He looks over the expanse of greenery the store offers. So many leaves. Spinach? No, it's not that either. An herb, maybe?