Later in the afternoon, Harry was tasked to shop for food supplies. At a local grocery store, he bumped into a weirdly-dressed woman. She wore a chef hat, a large apron that looked like a blue-white striped gown, cooking gloves, candy-patterned boots and hair that smelled like pasta, matching his own spaghetti-like hair.
But unlike what he’d expect from Tony and Paige’s eyes, this person seemed sober as she read her grocery list.
“N-no, it’s ok—OH! Harry…! Whoops—I mean random strang--”
“I...don’t remember you…but you got my name right…” Harry tossed his spaghetti hair. “Are you, by any chance, an ‘agent’, too?”