Prompt 23
"Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?" "Do you not like zucchini?"
Harry walked into their flat, tossing his keys in the bowl before turning into the kitchen, and paused at the amount of green before him.
"Gin?"
His wife popped up from the floor where she'd been hunched over a shopping bag.
"Oh, hi! You're home early!" She moved to kiss him and Harry indulged a moment before he returned to the situation at hand.
"Gin...Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?"
Ginny frowned. "Do you not like zucchini?"
"Zucchini is fine," Harry surveyed the shopping bags full of the vegetable covering their countertop. "But why?"
"Bread." Ginny's face lit up as she said the word like it was a magic spell.
"Bread," Harry repeated the word with much less magic.
"Zucchini bread, Harry." Ginny rolled her eyes and moved back to the shopping bags.
Harry realized there were bags of flour, sugar, and oil, and spices among the zucchini.
"So, you're making bread for an army?"
"No," Ginny shook her head absently as she began to pull items from the bags.
Harry watched her rummage about for a few minutes when something that his mum had mentioned the last time they were at dinner came to mind. He walked up behind Ginny and pulled her to stand against him, dropping a hand to her slowly swelling abdomen.
"Anything else you're feeling like eating, aside from zucchini bread? I could go out and get something for dinner."
Ginny sighed happily. "I could really go for that chippy down the road."
"I'll be right back, then." Harry kissed her cheek and then moved back towards the car, pulling out his phone to ask his mum how long shredded zucchini would keep in the freezer.