[ 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.]

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[bring_em_down]

I like you just the way you are.

[onsilksheets]

Warts and all?

[bring_em_down]

Yeah.

[onsilksheets]

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

[bring_em_down]

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

Until things start burning.]

Oh, shit.

[onsilksheets]

I'll eat the really burnt one.

[Hopefully it could be salvaged.]

[bring_em_down]

No, no, I'll eat it.

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

[onsilksheets]

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

[Bela laughs a little, clearly amused.]

So I should eat it.

[bring_em_down]

If you're sure...

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

[onsilksheets]

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

[See? She's adamant about it.]

[bring_em_down]

[Quick cheek kiss.]

At least the initial quality was good, right?

[onsilksheets]

Right. You did a great job with the preparation.

[bring_em_down]

I'm just going to make more. Can you wait a little bit?

[onsilksheets]

What's a few more minutes? I can wait.

[Bela is just going to make herself some more tea in the interim.]

[bring_em_down]

[Glancing back...]

Get over here and help.

[onsilksheets]

Just a moment.

[Satisfied with the tea, she does come over to help, doing whatever he needed help with.]

[bring_em_down]

Oh, sorry.

[He glances back, noting she's making tea.]

See, I thought you were just shirking, there.

[onsilksheets]

That wasn't my intention. I just thought you had it under control.

[Cheek kiss!]

What do you need me to do?

[bring_em_down]

[He's just going to make her do the whole thing now.]