A/N: So it my family, we eat fried potatoes and chocolate gravy. Yes. We are insane. Enjoy.
"Kensi, what are you eating?"
She looks up from her plate. "Fried potatoes."
He sniffs the air around the kitchen. "Um, I don't think fried potatoes smell like that," he said, then glanced down at her plate. "I don't think they look like that either."
"You know I can't cook," she scowled.
"No, seriously, what's on those?" he asks, sitting down at the table.
"Chocolate."
His eyes bug out of his head a little bit. "Huh?"
"Shut up," she said, lightly tapping his thigh. "The friend potatoes weren't cutting it, and they were too burnt to do anything with, and I had the chocolate laying around."
"The chocolate was mine, I was going to surprise you with ice cream sundaes later," he said, frowning.
The hormones kick in. "Deeeeeks!" She squeals. "Thank you, that is so sweet!" She put her fork down and pushes her plate toward him. "You can have the rest."
He doesn't want it, because ew. But he's feeling curious, and also, she's so happy. He can't crush her. He tentatively raises the fork to his lips.
"Oh my goodness, this is amazing!" He exclaims, taking another bite.
"I know, right?" she smiled.
Oh yeah. Pregnancy cravings? Check. They can handle that.