Smell
She is lying in bed, having a really vivid fantasy about a warm brownie, when she realizes that she can actually smell the chocolate. She looks up to see Ward standing in the loading bay, eating a damn brownie. She is immediately irate, because he knows how much she wants real food. It has been five days, and if she doesn't get something solid soon, she is going to lose it.
"Seriously Ward!" Skye growls.
He pokes his head into her makeshift room, "What?"
"I can smell that brownie you're eating, you jerk."
"This brownie?" he asks innocently waving the last bit of brownie in front of her, before popping it into his mouth.
"You are the meanest S.O. in the World. I can't believe you just ate that in front of me. Do you even like chocolate?" she asks angrily.
"It's not my favorite, but we are celebrating, so I thought what the hell. Live a little, right?" he smirks.
Skye cannot believe how mean he is being. It is one thing to eat when she can't, but right in front of her. That is just way too…
"Wait a minute, what are you celebrating?" she asks curiously.
"Well, seeing that you have been such a good little patient, I asked Simmons if we could let you have something special tonight," he pauses, taking in the unbelievable excitement evident on her face. "She said as long as it was little, you could start introducing soft foods," he finishes, disappearing from the room for a moment, only to return with small brownie.
"OOOh, gimme, gimme, gimme," she grins reaching for the treat with both hands. She snatches from the plate, taking a huge bite.
"Easy does it princess, I don't want to clean up vomit today," he warns. She ignores he, taking another bite, chewing methodically, before a look of absolute bliss crossed her face.
"This is pretty good, Ward. No wonder you made an exception in your usually strict diet. Remind me to tell Jem she did a great job," she mumbles before eating the last few bites.
"Actually, I made them," he admits with a shrug. In an instant her eyes narrow in suspicion.
"You, agent health nut, made brownies?" she questions seriously.
"Yes, I made brownies, why is that so hard to believe? I cook all the time," he replies, starting to show a little mischievousness.
The look makes the wheels in her minds start turning and suddenly everything clicks.
"Ward, why do my brownie have a carrot aftertaste?" she asks.
He knows he is caught, but she doesn't really seem angry anymore, just suspicious. So he tells her.
"I made you deceptively delicious brownies," he admits. "It's a special recipe I found, in a cookbook about how to trick your kids into eating their vegetables."
"I don't know weither to be irritated or impressed," she concedes. "You got me this time."
"Consider it payback for the bag of chocolate chips that fell into my pancake batter a few weeks ago," Ward offers.
"Fair enough, but just know that I am getting better. This isn't over. The next time we land, I am taking you to In and Out," she threatens.
"I'd like to see you try," he smirks. "In the meantime, do you feel like a couple of hands of slapjack?"
"Bring it, Robot, my reflexes are improving every day."