They didn’t bother with small talk while they ate, had never felt the need for it. They could be just as comfortable in silence that they didn’t need to fill every moment with conversation.

The food was really delicious, and while Clint ate faster than her, as usual, she didn’t do too poorly keeping pace. Looking up at him when he’d finished, she raised an eyebrow when he yawned, one corner of her lips twitching upwards. “I hope you’re not too tired,” she said, inflecting just the right of suggestion into her voice as she dropped the tail of another shrimp on her plate. Picking up the last one she held it across the table to him. “You should try this.”