"Don't know how good I am with that. My famous glares somehow don't work with her."

Clint was still grinning but tried to become serious now, concentrate on the problem at hand, even if it was just a small one. Personally he preferred it if little one stole a little food from time to time and got a little more fat on her body rather than destroying things, but somehow she had to learn manners anyway. He wasn't really much in a mood to let himself get scratched open again, though.

"Maybe we should just get started with breakfast", he sighed. "She'll probably come out all by herself when she smells my pancakes. I've been told, they're hard to resist."