“Clearly she has good taste,” Natasha said, taking up her fork again and cutting off another bite for herself. Whenever Liho tried to reach for the plate she moved it away or tapped the kitten’s paw, but if Liho sat and didn’t try to steal any she was rewarded with a bit of pancake in an effort to teach the little thing some manners.

Smiling warmly at Clint when he joined them on the floor, not once questioning her choice of seating, Natasha nodded at the suggestion. “Do you want to eat first then take care of it?” She would be done her own food before him for once, only because she’d had a considerable head start, and she was considering if she could slip the pill to Liho without the kitten even noticing having been doing so through breakfast so far. “Or I could give it a try.”