Just an ordinary, everyday lunch outing featuring our favorite Marshals.

Mary was sitting at her desk trying desperately to figure out what the hell form C-96 was. She kept tapping her pencil on the desk with a resounding 'click, click, click.'

Then, she noticed that there were other clicks. The other clicks were a hollower, thud like sound. 'plic, plic, plic.' Mary looked around her desk and saw little round Os.

"Seriously, Marshall? Cheerios!"

He put on his best innocent face, "Nora seems to like them. I thought you could use a snack as you look a little confuzzled."

"Confuzzled? Who says things like that?"

"You're mom," he grinned.

"Are you making a lame ass 'you're mom' joke or are you really referring to my mother?"

Marshall thought for a moment, "Let me get back to you on that."

Mary rolled her eyes, "Children...I have two. Nora and you."

"Come on," Marshall lamented, "You know I'm more of a 'sibling' than a child. You're just as bad as I am." Mary threw a pen and he ducked. "See?"

Mary walked over to Marshall's desk with a glint in her eyes. "Fine. If we're siblings you fill out this damn form," she said slamming it down in front of his face. Then she headed for the door to leave.

"Hey! Wait, what? What does that have to do with siblings? And where are you going?"

"I did Brandi's homework all the time and I'm heading to lunch. Just do it, Marshall." She walked out the double doors and he heard the elevator ding.

"Meanie," he whispered to himself. Marshall slid the form into his 'to do' pile and quickly chased after Mary. He caught up to her just as she was getting into her car.

"You think maybe I need to eat, too, Mare?"

"I'd have picked you something up," she smirked.

"Yeah. A half melted icee, a partially eaten bag of chips, and a street corner hot dog are not what I had in mind."

"That's not what I had for lunch?"

"No, that's what you brought me."

Mary began to chuckle as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"So, where are we going, sparky?"

"How about that new place on Grand? It's a Mexican place."

"Uh...no," Mary jerked her head downward as if to emphasize the 'no,' "Remember what happened last time?" She grinned great big, but tried to hide it by looking out the window.

Marshall's face scrunched up into one of discomfort, "That was just bad Mexican."

"Real bad Mexican makes a real bad Marshall. You managed to fumigate the office within seconds."

"My stomach was having issues," he sighed.

"Yes, which is why we are not doing Mexican," she shook her head. "I can still remember the stench. My nose has a memory."

"Many of our oldest memories are triggered by familiar scents which can bring out full, vivid memories of past..."

Mary waved her hand to cut him off, "I don't want that memory." Mary smiled, "We could eat Chinese."

Marshall's eyes widened, "NO!" he shouted, "Take out, maybe, but I'm not eating with you again. No way."

"What? It wasn't that bad."

"I was washing sweet and sour sauce out of places I didn't even know I'd gotten sweet and sour sauce on!"

"It wasn't my fault," she insisted.

"I was sticky for a WEEK!" he whined.

"It was an ACCIDENT!"

"You used your chop sticks to catapult a bowl of sweet and sour. How is that an accident?"

Mary smirked, "It was actually a lot of fun."

Marshall growled, "You tell me that when your lap is the one smothered in sweet and sour."

"Mmmm," she hummed seductively, "Sounds kinky."

Marshall's face flushed and Mary smiled triumphantly.

"Chinese it is!" Mary announced with a wink at her partner, "You're up cowboy." And, as if possible, Marshall blushed two shades deeper.

Not too adventurous for my first post, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!