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[onsilksheets]

[The broadcast begins mid-sentence, the video at a funny angle, as though the comm device has been physically tossed aside. Please ignore the dusting of something over the image. There's a slightly scruffy blonde man standing there, near a bowl, and his head is bent over something...]

--got a damn eggshell in there, hold on.

[Beside him is a brunette with slight bed-hair and pursed lips.]

Don't take it out with your fingers. Use a spoon.

You're acting like I was going to use my hand. So now I am.

[He slowly starts to put his hand in the bowl...]

I don't know where those fingers have been. [Except she has. And she's keeping it to herself.]

You do it, then.

[It's about that time that he knocks into the device again. Hawkward.]

Did you turn the thing on?

[A look of confusion crosses her face before she realises what he meant.]

No, I didn't. At least I don't think I did. [A pause.]

...

[He picks it up and looks directly into the device's camera.]

She can't cook.

You'll pay for this later, Barton.

[With an indignant huff, she cuts the feed.]


[ooc; Clint is red, Bela is green. Feel free to see them in the galley-type-area or give them a little hell.]

Comments

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[bring_em_down]

[Totally grabbing a fork to poke her with.]

[onsilksheets]

[Rude. Bela finds a butter knife to poke him in return, still looking a little annoyed.]

[bring_em_down]

[Utensil fencing?]

[onsilksheets]

[That would be completely and utterly childish....you're on.]

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[inebriety]

This is incredibly domestic.

Sickeningly so. The only shenanigans anyone wants to see are the sexual kind.

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[onsilksheets]

[Looks like Tony is going to give them hell.]

This isn't pay-per-view, Tony. But it makes me wonder how you spend your free time.

[Okay, so she has sent Clint pics of herself but they've yet to record anything.]

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[inebriety]

[He sniffs as if offended by the insinuation.]

I work.

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[onsilksheets]

Yeah? What have you have been working on lately?

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[bring_em_down]

Get over ever seeing her naked in a sexual context, Tony. Not happening.

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[inebriety]

I can dream. [And fantasise.]

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[bring_em_down]

Try not to.

What've you been up to, Tony?

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[willpunchfaces]

[wait a second

waaaaaaaaaaaaaait a second

that's the hot chick! with his not!dad! when did they-

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat]

Really?

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[bring_em_down]

What?

[Crap.]

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[willpunchfaces]

[hawkward] So, uh. You two friends?

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[bring_em_down]

Yeah, we are. Have been for a while.

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[onsilksheets]

Is there a problem?

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[willpunchfaces]

No. [sorta] Nothing's wrong. [pause] You really need to take better care of your device, though.

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[onsilksheets]

I know that now. [She's relieved that nothing more intimate was broadcast.] But Clint is right-I don't know how to cook.

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[skillz]

[Q can't help but feel as if he's witnessing something that he shouldn't, as if he's some sort of domestic voyeur.]

Baking something?

(Sorry I got to this so painfully late!)

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[onsilksheets]

We're making pancakes. Though I'm mostly observing rather than cooking.

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[skillz]

Having someone cook for you? Sounds delightful.

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[onsilksheets]

I'm actually hoping to learn something from this so I can repay the favour.

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[bring_em_down]

We're attempting pancakes, but she's a lousy assistant.

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[skillz]

From what I've gathered, she's more interesting in watching than partaking in the making itself.

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[bring_em_down]

[He chuckles.]

Also true. I don't really think she likes cooking, even if I'm trying to teach it.