"Roast. Turkey. Rueben," Fitz replies, and he's only met Yona once or twice, but recognizes her voice just the same. So much so, that he doesn't bother to look up from his sandwich to reply to her right away, instead taking a large bite of it. This is about as good as procrastination gets, he thinks. Well, almost as good. But he can only ask Simmons for prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella so many times before she stops making it altogether.

"It's perfect."