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Enoch walked up the ramp to the Zephyr, balancing an assortment of bags and boxes and dragging a big, flat box behind himself, as the ramp slowly closed.
“I was able to procure a number of items that I presumed would be valuable,” Enoch announced, his head invisible behind all the things he carried. “Materials that should be suitable for a crib, baby bottles, an assortment of diapers in varying sizes—or nappies as you would say, clothing for the infant for varying age ranges, as well as some maternity clothes that I hope you will find quite stylish despite their alien origin. Luckily, several alien species share certain similarities with humans, so it wasn’t too difficult to find items that should be compatible. All in all, I believe we won’t have to make another supply run for quite some time.”
“Umm, Enoch, this—this is great—really,” Fitz remarked, gesturing at the supplies in the Chronicom’s arms, “even though Jemma is only a few weeks pregnant, but—any chance you also got the materials for the time jump drive I asked you to look for?”
Enoch dropped the bags and boxes to the ground, ticking his head to one side. “Oh dear.”