"We probably should make a list or something."
Clint laid back on the mattress after putting the tray down to the floor and folded his arms under his head, trying to put together what they would actually need in a sufficiently furnished but not exactly stocked house. The situation didn't fail to amuse.
"Not so good with that kind of stuff, in spite of flying around the world and shit. I've never exactly gone on a holiday. Always came all with the missions. It's been either having nothing or having most shit provided, ever since I was a kid. Hence why I always miss half of the stuff I need, when I'm around here longer. I'll be the perfect tourist."