Christmas Tree
"Guys, you do realize that this is just, you know, a Christmas tree? Not some scientific conundrum you have to solve?" Skye quipped in from the couch, amusement mixing with mild annoyance in her voice.
Fitz simply raised his hand to shush her, not even turning towards her, eyes still fixed on the so far bare tree.
"Skye, please, be quiet now," he said, scratching his chin. "I still think we should start with the baubles."
"No," Jemma shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not. The lights have to go on first, so they can be distributed evenly."
"Now you are just being unreasonable, Jemma," he objected. "The lights should be the last item, because –"
"Fitz, would you please start thinking sensibly?" Jemma cut in, slowly losing her temper. "If you put on the lights last, the cords will get caught up in everything. The lights has to go on first, or–"
"No, Jemma, you are the one who is wrong here. First, you put on the baubles, distribute them evenly, and then–"
"Oh, Fitz, you are so–"
"An idea, guys," said Skye suddenly from behind their backs, a hand raised as in class, making them turn towards her. "Why don't you just kiss and make up, and then start, let's say, with what's in the top box?"
That put an end to the argument. In fact, it put an end to every kind of verbal communication between the two scientists, who just looked at each other dumbfounded.
Maybe Skye was saying something.
