Rumlow looks at Kenzi like she's grown a second head. It lasts a good few seconds before he's rolling his eyes and laughing. Great. He's married a goofball. Well, at least now he has someone who will tolerate his puns. No one really appreciated them on STRIKE. Or maybe he just doesn't remember if they do. Either way, he puts a hand atop her head and gives her a gentle pet.

The cucumber earns a thought, however, and another at the green pepper. Familiar, but not it. Next to it are red bell peppers though and he browses through those until he picks one. They move on, Rumlow plucks up some broccoli. It's coming back to him, he thinks.

"Zucchini," he states, looking around for where the green squash might be. He pushes the cart through the produce stands, then pauses, looking back at Kenzi. "If you want to grab anything else, go ahead," he says, gesturing towards the various fruits and vegetables. He's the snacking type himself, keeps the metabolism up. Or at least, that's how he feels when he looks over at the bags of tiny carrots.