"Not saying I'm perfect, but I have a very resolute housekeeper, mind you."
Clint grinned to himself in relief when he saw Natasha giggling, something that happened much too seldom. This was good. A little stupid and maybe a little ignorant but it helped them get through the day. They just had to try and keep themselves light and above the surface. Times of fear and worry would come soon enough again.
"Angelina had her wrist sprained in one of these months when I lived here, and I helped her out a little. She insisted on showing me how to do this. Guess she was worried I'd spend too much money in restaurants. Couldn't tell her, it's all on Uncle Sam's bill, you know. And hey, if I fuck up, it's your turn. Or we just buy a cookbook next time we're at the market."
Still chuckling to himself, he began to search for e flour, yeast, salt, oil and sugar in his cupboards and started putting that whole thing together into something solid. He would agree immediately that he wasn't much of a cook but once he overcame his natural laziness in that regard... It did have a certain appeal, working ingredients into something edible between his hands. The dough wouldn't win a beauty prize, but it did the trick.
And in the light of certain developments, it was better to get used to this anyway.
"Probably not a bad idea if we catch up a little on such stuff, huh? I mean... You know."
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Date: 2014-06-23 12:46 pm (UTC)From:Clint grinned to himself in relief when he saw Natasha giggling, something that happened much too seldom. This was good. A little stupid and maybe a little ignorant but it helped them get through the day. They just had to try and keep themselves light and above the surface. Times of fear and worry would come soon enough again.
"Angelina had her wrist sprained in one of these months when I lived here, and I helped her out a little. She insisted on showing me how to do this. Guess she was worried I'd spend too much money in restaurants. Couldn't tell her, it's all on Uncle Sam's bill, you know. And hey, if I fuck up, it's your turn. Or we just buy a cookbook next time we're at the market."
Still chuckling to himself, he began to search for e flour, yeast, salt, oil and sugar in his cupboards and started putting that whole thing together into something solid. He would agree immediately that he wasn't much of a cook but once he overcame his natural laziness in that regard... It did have a certain appeal, working ingredients into something edible between his hands. The dough wouldn't win a beauty prize, but it did the trick.
And in the light of certain developments, it was better to get used to this anyway.
"Probably not a bad idea if we catch up a little on such stuff, huh? I mean... You know."