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comfortably on Mark's lap, Eleanora sipped at her coffee in her tumbler as Arizona tried to get her, Mark, and Max to all take different things around her and Callie's apartment.

Max was leaning on the counter, his cheek comfortably resting in the palm of his hands as he handed Callie tape for one of the boxes she was packing. Mark squeezed around his wife's middle, Eleanora gigging as he placed a few kisses on her neck.

"Okay! How about it, Max! You know you've always wanted one of...." Arizona trails off, smacking the top of the kitchen appliance as she tried to get Max to take it. "These?"

Max pursed his lips in thought, debating it. He shook his head, glancing over at Callie as she passed. "Nah, I'm good. I don't even know what one of those do."

Arizona poured a bit before turning to the married couple, rising a brow. "Sloan and Sloan?"

Eleanora smiled at the nickname Arizona and Callie had dubbed the two with after the wedding, but shook her head. Mark agreed with his wife, sipping his coffee.

"We're good. But we take that waffle iron." Eleanora perked up at the mention of the appliance, Arizona happily handing it over.

"What? I have never even seen you eat a waffle." Callie told her best friend, Mark glancing over his shoulder at her as he tightened his hold on Eleanora as she turned in his lap to show off their new appliance to her younger brother.

"Well, I would if I had a waffle iron. Besides, look at how excited Nora got." Mark grinned, letting his eyes rest on his wife as she smacked at her brothers hand when he tried to take it.

"Okay, Callie, we're not gonna take a waffle iron to Malawi, and it's not gonna do anybody any good sitting in storage for three years." Arizona told her girlfriend, giving her a smile before searching around the kitchen again.

Eleanora slid off of her husbands lap, moving to refill her coffee mug with the waffle iron still tucked safely in her arms. "I'm so excited for you guys, a little jealous. I mean, the work you two are going to be doing over there is life-changing."

"Yeah." Max agreed, straightening up. "I wish I could get unlimited funds to go help children and their families in developing countries. I mean, do you know the change I could do?"

"Oh!" Arizona exclaimed, holding up the French Press. She gave Mark a smirk, raising a brow. "Would you and your wife like a French Press to go along with your waffle iron?"

Eleanora perked up from behind the blonde woman, watching over her shoulder as she handed it to Mark. Max groaned, mumbling a "" under his breath.

Just as Arizona hands the French Press to Mark, both of their hands on it, Callie snaps, her voice angry. "Hey! Stop giving my things away."

The smile slides off of Arizona's face, Max turning his body to look between the couple with a raised brow. Eleanora curls in on herself, making it a point to look at anything the small stare down, and Mark just purses his lips and tries to stay still as to not draw attention to himself. Callie storms off and into the bedroom, and after a few moments Mark speaks up.

"Maybe we should pass on the French Press." Arizona slowly takes it back, but Max reaches over and takes it. He gives a smirk, which slowly slides off of his face when everyone stares at him.

"What? Just tell her I stole it, she won't call the cops on me. I'm too adorable." Max told Arizona, grinning down at his new French Press with bright eyes.

Eleanora walks back over to her husband, holding the waffle iron even tighter to her chest. "Can we please still keep the waffle iron? I really like waffles."

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   we early? We tried hard not to be." Meredith spoke up as her and Eleanora walked towards their friends in the skills lab. Eleanora hummed, skipping to stand beside April.

"That doesn't bode well." Jackson sassed, eating a granola bar.

"He won over our husbands, so it's only right if we protest a little bit." Eleanora informed him, speaking about the challenge The Chief put on for the Attending's a month or so back.

"We did the same thing with Bailey when we were interns." Alex told April and Jackson, ignoring the ''. "Take turns treating a dummy, get an early lunch, then get back to work. It's lame."

"I fell asleep during a few of them." Eleanora spoke, spacing out a bit as she thought back. "George had to wake me up before Bailey ended my life."

"Charter plane was forced into an emergency landing and collided with a Greyhound bus!" Hunt yelled, running into the room and throwing a few trauma gowns down. He looked to be in a rush, and it made everyone in the room perk up a bit. "Mass-causality situation. Do I need to say it again? Let's move!"

"O-oh, he's serious." Eleanora squeaked out, smacking at Meredith's back to get her to start running. The room full of residents grabbed their trauma gowns and ran after Hunt, who was booking it at full-speed down the halls.

Eleanora was towards the front with everyone else, her face a little flushed as they rounded the corner and Hunt pushed open the doors to one of the storage bays.

Everyone came to a stop once they saw what was in front of them. Eleanora was breathing a little heavily, leaning forward to put her hands on her knees as she looked around, confused.

In the empty storage bay was three sections with fake dummies that they did skills labs with. There was also one of the unused ambulances with supplies behind them, Steve walking around and placing index cards on the dummies.

Grumbles and complaints filled the group of residents and Eleanora hung her head, trying to catch her breath.

"And I was so looking forward to an early lunch." Jackson sasses, Eleanora weakly smacking at his side. She stood up, still trying to catch her breath.