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Jemma was a serious gal, but she let loose quite often. She enjoyed pulling the odd prank or two on Fitz, and she especially loved the team's games of roulette.
She was singing her heart out while waiting for the brownies to finish baking. Simmons was pretty good at cooking, which made the games that much more enjoyable.
When she pulled the tray of brownies, a delicious smell wafted from the kitchen to the rest of the Bus. The other agents knew what they were in for; another game of roulette.
Jemma quickly sliced open one brownie and put a slab of caviar in the centre, and then put the brownie back together with chocolate icing.
She carried the tray out to the bar and found all the other agents already there. She grinned and placed the tray in the centre.
Fitz whined in his adorable Scottish accent, making his complaints have a minimal impact on Jemma. She ruffled his hair as if he was a six-year-old and sat down beside him. Fitz grumbled and picked the first brownie. He might as well try not to get the spiked brownie.
He took a massive bite out of the brownie. His expression melted into one of happiness… and then anger. He spat the brownie out and glared at Jemma.
"Caviar! That's disgusting!"
Simmons patted his back, feigning sympathy while munching into her own, clean brownie. The other agents laughed and grabbed a brownie themselves while Fitz shrunk into his seat.