Natasha let out a quiet groan of protest when the oven insisted on continuously beeping until it was turned off.  Probably for the best, as burnt pizza was not an appetizing prospect, and the more she smelled their dinner cooking the hungrier she felt. 

Reluctantly letting Clint go, she slid down off the counter where he had placed her and watched him slice up their creation.  Her mouth was practically watering by the time he handed her the plate.  “I’m hoping we haven’t reached that point yet,” she said, grinning at him as she retrieved her juice.  As time went on and her appetite increased it may be that she would start out-eating him, but she hoped they weren’t there yet.  “Although this smells amazing…”

Leading the way to the table, she paused a moment when she got her first glance of just how nicely he had set it, like this was a special occasion and deserved celebrating.  Maybe it did.  Throwing a quick look back at him it was fairly unreadable, but not in a bad way.  It was definitely a good look, just indescribable.