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[She usually has better timing than this. The fake identities are perfect, Skye's an artist at that, except for the fact that people aren't buying into the shared family name as a blood relation thing, and the last thing they want is to cause a lasting impression or a ruccus.

Which is of course why, when the receptionist starts to say And what sort of roomservice would you and your..., Skye slides in and interjects with a,] Wife. Yep. [The flash of panic is a mirage. She's miss smooth operator as she wraps her arm around Jemma's waist.] We're not sure we're gonna be taking roomservice, right honey?

Honeymoons are for eating out a lot...