"I didn't see any wine, okay? Actually, I didn't look. I saw this and just bolted." They'll clearly have to go back and stock up on wine. She'll let Rumlow pick something out because she's pretty sure she'd go for the cheapest one, regardless of it being in a bottle or a box.
... But if he's gonna be as picky about the wine selection as he is about the pasta, they could be here for a while. Kenzi eyes the shelves, not exactly seeing the big difference here. Pasta is pasta. It just depends on how much of it you want to be able to fit into your mouth at once. That's how you pick a shape!
He looks seriously engrossed in this shit, though, and she likes the way he runs his hand through his hair. It's cute. He's cute. She comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, swaying slightly and pushing up on her tip toes to rest her chin on his shoulder.
"Don't hurt yourself, babe." His brain has been through enough trauma! Just pick a fucking pasta already! "What about the shells? Not the little ones, they're weird. The big ones."
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... But if he's gonna be as picky about the wine selection as he is about the pasta, they could be here for a while. Kenzi eyes the shelves, not exactly seeing the big difference here. Pasta is pasta. It just depends on how much of it you want to be able to fit into your mouth at once. That's how you pick a shape!
He looks seriously engrossed in this shit, though, and she likes the way he runs his hand through his hair. It's cute. He's cute. She comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, swaying slightly and pushing up on her tip toes to rest her chin on his shoulder.
"Don't hurt yourself, babe." His brain has been through enough trauma! Just pick a fucking pasta already! "What about the shells? Not the little ones, they're weird. The big ones."