Natasha went tense immediately and Clint cursed inwardly. He had known it. Maybe he should have just hidden the things until tomorrow. But that wouldn't have been honest, and they at least tried to always be honest to each other. Besides, the old lady meant well. And who knew, maybe the stuff would help.

"Books and tea."

He reached for a big towel and held it out for Natasha to step into, carefully wrapping it around her body before pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

"We can take a look tomorrow if you like. Maybe there's a few useful tips in there."