i tried a different style writing this, using the dialogue to move the plot rather than the descriptions of everything else, so please tell me what you think!

Daisy was woken with a start when Jemma flicked on the light and cheered, "Morning, Daisy!"

She groaned. Rolling over, she tried to ignore the stream of light and Jemma' excited chatter. It stopped abruptly, and Daisy naїvely hoped she was done with her wake up call. However, a moment later, the blanket Daisy was snuggled under was mercilessly stripped away. Daisy instantly shriveled against herself. "Come on, Daisy!" Jemma pleaded.

Daisy pouted at her. "What?"

Jemma flounced on the bed, placing the rumpled cover next to her. "So. As much as I dislike Mace, I do agree with his most recent decision concerning us."

Instantly straightening, Daisy tousled her hair nervously. "What?"

"Oh, it's nothing bad," she said, noticing Daisy's concerned tone. She frowned. "Do you ever take your eyeshadow off?"

Daisy rubbed her eye. "I forgot last night," she muttered. "Now, what did Mace say?"

"Right. We're on call, which means we're free unless there's an emergency. And that means," Jemma said, eyes sparkling, "We are going shopping."

"Why? I have enough clothes-"

"Well, you could use a dash of color in your wardrobe. All you ever wear is black!"

"It's my favorite color. What's wrong with that?" Daisy protested stubbornly. "Besides, isn't it kind of the renowned spy color?"

"So? Come on, Daisy, please?" Jemma pleaded.

"Fine," Daisy grumbled, although secretly, she was glad for the chance of reunion without the blasts and explosions that usually accompanied their time together.

"So where were you planning on going?" Daisy asked, as Jemma steered the rental car out of the Starbucks parking lot.

"I was thinking those mall outlets over on Laurel Way."

Daisy sipped her frappucino before replying. "The one with the Panda Express? I like the maurices, they have cute clothes there."

"Okay." Jemma flicked the blinker for left. They drove in a friendly silence for several minutes, until Jemma said, "You know, I have some makeup wipes-"

"Okay, okay," Daisy laughed, as Jemma smirked. "You don't like the eyeshadow, I get it."

"It just makes your face so shadowy!" Jemma complained. "You look like a goth teenager."

"I do not." Daisy scrubbed all the remaining black off her features, then tossed the towel on the floor. "I hope you're happy," she grumbled good-naturedly.

"I am, yes."

Jemma plucked another shirt from the hangers."What do you think of this one?" she said, holding the pink blouse up so it hung below her neck.

Rifling through her own rack, Daisy nodded. "Mm. I like it, but maybe the lighter shade. It's too gaudy."

"I forgot how good you are with style," Jemma remarked. "Remember the clothes you used to wear when you first joined us?"

"Yeah, although that was before I was going out on missions all the time. Now I prefer black…" She trailed off, and untangled a yellow sweater. "Simmons, look at this!"

A white daisy adorned the pullover, the petals another material and sticking out. "It's perfect!" Jemma squealed, stroking it. "It would look so cute on you! Go try it on!"

Daisy giggled as Jemma ushered her to the changing room. "I'm going!"

When she came back out, Jemma sighed. "You look great."

Blushing, Daisy replied, "It's a lot brighter than I'm used to."

Jemma scoffed, "Well now you have to buy it."

"Sure, but you're paying right?"