Natasha had just stowed the toy away and was perusing a rack of silk scarves when Clint returned to her side. Turning to smile at him, she noted he had a sandwich in each hand, so either he was really hungry or he was hoping to get her to eat something herself. She couldn’t fault him for his concern after last night, and he could only hope that she had eaten something for breakfast while he had been out for his run.

“Well, if you’re worried about how much you’re eating you could have bought just one,” she said even as she took the second sandwich from him. The handful of crackers this morning really wasn’t holding up well, and for the moment her stomach felt settled enough for some real food. Maybe if she just didn’t overdo it like she had done with the mountain of pasta then she would be fine. “But I suppose I will just have to remove temptation.”

Hooking the bag over her shoulder, she took a bite, careful to leave one hand clean so she could still shop. “What do you think?” she asked. She had laid out a couple of the scarves in various colours and patterns.