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It was Coulson's turn to cook dinner for the agents on the BUS on that fateful evening. Phil loved to cook and the agents always looked forward to dinner when he was on dinner duty. But Coulson had a plan. The team hadn't played Roulette in a while now, and he wanted to give one of the agents a little surprise in their meal that night.
Spaghetti Bolognese was on the menu that night, but one bowl would contain ghost chilli sauce, a sauce so hot that it was almost lethal. Phil wore a deceivingly friendly smile on his face as he set the bowls of spaghetti before the agents. All but two were already seated, while FitzSimmons were busy working on something down in their lab.
"Mmm, this smells delicious," Skye said, immediately digging in. Ward and May ate slowly, savouring the taste. Phil was disappointed that nobody got the poison, but he was especially looking forward to one of the scientists getting the rigged spaghetti.
"We're here!" Simmons sang as she and her Irish friend sauntered into the dining area of the BUS. The grinned at the sight of the delicious looking spaghetti, immediately stuffing a forkful of the pasta into their mouths.
Coulson grinned devilishly as soon as Simmons stopped chewing abruptly. Her face went a bright shade of red as she registered the lethal taste of the ghost chilli sauce, before she spat the food right into Fitz's plate. She burst out of her seat and made a beeline for the kitchen, searching for anything to ease the spice. Yoghurt, milk, breadcrumbs and water stained her shirt as she frantically stuffed her mouth full of everything that could neutralise the sauce. Her screams shook the plane as she paced, fanning her mouth with her tongue hanging out. It was quite a sight, which had her fellow agents on the ground laughing. All except for poor Fitz, who stared longingly down into his bowl of spit-covered pasta.