"Hey, don't disillusion me. I like to think of myself as a great cook."

Clint made a show of bowing in front of her like a waiter in a high class restaurant and sat the plate down on the bed in front of her.

"I remember that shirt", he remarked, sitting with her with a small, thoughtful smile. "Got that when we were in Croatia. Most boring drug dealer in the world. You were clawing at the walls after two days."