Clint already started to argue but cut himself short with a sigh then. It was true, though, he simply wasn't feeling hungry. He had gone longer times with eating less in the past when the disaster that was his life had been at one of its lowest points. Admittedly, these also had been the phases when he had been drunk off his ass every night. Beer and wine did contain at least some nutrition, no matter how unhealthy. It wouldn't do Natasha any good if he collapsed at her feet anytime soon.
"Time to use the eggs anyway before they get spoiled", he murmured, resigned and without much enthusiasm. He would just drown a fried egg in a ton of ketchup, that would help get everything down.
"Come on, let's get a little more comfortable."
Still carefully, gently, he helped Natasha up and lead the way but stopped still in the door with a half amused, half annoyed snort.
"Um... I hope you like eggs too."
Probably he should be glad that they hadn't spent too much time completely paralyzed and blind to their surroundings in the bathroom. Or Liho would probably already have destroyed half of the living room instead of sitting in front of Natasha's half empty breakfast bowl and licking jogurt off her whiskers.
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Date: 2014-06-20 12:29 pm (UTC)From:Clint already started to argue but cut himself short with a sigh then. It was true, though, he simply wasn't feeling hungry. He had gone longer times with eating less in the past when the disaster that was his life had been at one of its lowest points. Admittedly, these also had been the phases when he had been drunk off his ass every night. Beer and wine did contain at least some nutrition, no matter how unhealthy. It wouldn't do Natasha any good if he collapsed at her feet anytime soon.
"Time to use the eggs anyway before they get spoiled", he murmured, resigned and without much enthusiasm. He would just drown a fried egg in a ton of ketchup, that would help get everything down.
"Come on, let's get a little more comfortable."
Still carefully, gently, he helped Natasha up and lead the way but stopped still in the door with a half amused, half annoyed snort.
"Um... I hope you like eggs too."
Probably he should be glad that they hadn't spent too much time completely paralyzed and blind to their surroundings in the bathroom. Or Liho would probably already have destroyed half of the living room instead of sitting in front of Natasha's half empty breakfast bowl and licking jogurt off her whiskers.