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[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.]

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I know. I'm a lucky guy.

I feel lucky having you too. I can't believe it sometimes.

[Now he's grinning.] I try not to think about it too much.

Maybe I shouldn't do it either. Just go with the flow.

That's the best idea, yeah. Otherwise we'll overthink it.

I just don't want to screw this up. [Because while she does care about him a lot, this relationship thing was new to Bela.] That requires a little bit of thinking.

I'm just as likely to screw up. We'll make it work.

It's worked this long already. [A touch to his cheek.] But right now, I think we should focus on the pancakes before they burn.

Shit. Right.

[A laugh.]

I'll take care of it.

I'll make some more coffee.

[And she pulls away from him to do just that before setting the table for three.]

Suppose I need to behave when Francis arrives?

[Teasing.]

I don't think he'd like our... you know. Usual.

Probably not. I'll save it all for later when we're alone and out of sight.

You know... what I did not know when I met you was that you have an insatiable... appetite.

A lot of people don't. [She just enjoyed the instant gratification.] But I can ease it off if you want me to, Clint. I know what we have is so much more than just the physical.

I like you just the way you are.

Warts and all?

Yeah.

[That earns him a kiss. Even if Francis did come in at this point, Bela doubted she would pull away so quickly.]

[Kissing is good. He'll just accept that and keep it going for a while.

Until things start burning.]

Oh, shit.

I'll eat the really burnt one.

[Hopefully it could be salvaged.]

No, no, I'll eat it.

[As he does food damage control, please hold. He's laughing, though.]

I was the one who kissed you, causing a distraction.

[Bela laughs a little, clearly amused.]

So I should eat it.

If you're sure...

[It doesn't look so bad, right?]

It won't poison me, Clint. I'm sure.

[See? She's adamant about it.]

[Quick cheek kiss.]

At least the initial quality was good, right?

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