The Italian just sort of slips out, but somehow that aspect of his person is the least surprising. His entire spiel about the noodles, while true, is also just to tease her. Apparently it's worked, because now she's chomping at the shoulder strap of the borrowed jacket. Well, it ain't his.
Rumlow gently peels her away and sets her back down on the floor. He shakes his head at her, grinning. "Go get me some olive oil, dolcezza."
He's still teasing, but Rumlow imagines Kenzi will like it anyway. He's got a few dried herbs to pick up in the next aisle anyway. Not for this meal necessarily, but they've got nothing in stock, so he might as well start supplying them. He has no idea how long they'll be here.
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The Italian just sort of slips out, but somehow that aspect of his person is the least surprising. His entire spiel about the noodles, while true, is also just to tease her. Apparently it's worked, because now she's chomping at the shoulder strap of the borrowed jacket. Well, it ain't his.
Rumlow gently peels her away and sets her back down on the floor. He shakes his head at her, grinning. "Go get me some olive oil, dolcezza."
He's still teasing, but Rumlow imagines Kenzi will like it anyway. He's got a few dried herbs to pick up in the next aisle anyway. Not for this meal necessarily, but they've got nothing in stock, so he might as well start supplying them. He has no idea how long they'll be here.