[ 07 | video ]

[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

[onsilksheets]

You worry too much.

[She taps his nose lightly with a finger.]

Coffee's ready.

[bring_em_down]

It's not that private here...

[But he'll take some coffee.]

[onsilksheets]

I promise to behave.

[and the coffee is served!]

Is the breakfast ready?

[bring_em_down]

I just got done mixing it. How could it be done?

[He'll go cook now... Sigh.]

[onsilksheets]

Through some of that Barton magic of yours?

[Just going to butter him up, yep. She's just hungry.]

[bring_em_down]

I used that all up trying to get you to like me.

[onsilksheets]

And look where that got you. [A smile.]

[bring_em_down]

It got me breakfast... sort of.

[onsilksheets]

If you need help, let me know.

[bring_em_down]

Yeah, I--

[Hold on, he has to go take one of the messages by himself for a second.]

[onsilksheets]

[And Bela is just going to watch the food as it cooks, making sure it doesn't burn.

Hopefully.]

[bring_em_down]

[Shouldn't burn; he's not gone long.]

I invited Francis.

[onsilksheets]

He doesn't know about us, does he?

[bring_em_down]

...He does now.

[onsilksheets]

I think Francis may have had a crush on me.

[bring_em_down]

I'm pretty sure anyone would.

[...Yep. Grinning.]

[onsilksheets]

That's a given, Clint. I'm incredibly attractive.

[Smug.]

[bring_em_down]

You are. And you have that air of mystery.

[onsilksheets]

In short, I am amazing. But thank you.

[bring_em_down]

Damn. You already knew, huh?

[onsilksheets]

Known it for a while now, Clint. Though I wouldn't sell you short either. You're incredible.

[bring_em_down]

I'm just a good shot.

[onsilksheets]

You're more than that. You're good for me.

[bring_em_down]

It's not like I tried to be. Just kinda happened.

[onsilksheets]

I don't think either of us expected for this to happen. But I don't regret a single moment of it.