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2. well when you say it like that it sounds stupid
3. okay, this looks bad.
1. leave prompts, pictures, or anything you like, really.
2. well when you say it like that it sounds stupid
3. okay, this looks bad.
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[And then pausing, noticing that... yeah, this is all vegetarian.
... Huh.]
Wait, were you cooking for me?
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[ He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. ]
I was trying to.
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... Thanks.
[Clearing his throat, he shakes himself and gathers the scattered ingredients up, rolling up his sleeves. He's not entirely sure what the lady from the bodega was telling Clint about, but he's pretty sure they can get something nice going with all this. Maybe a soup...?]
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Sure, yeah. No biggie.
[ Ramen is more his speed. Not the fancy stuff. Just like cheap packaged stuff. If he's feeling adventurous he might put some frozen veggies in there if he remembers to get those from the store. Or an egg. Man, maybe he should've gone with that. ]
Cooking wasn't exactly on the top of my list of things to learn way back.
[ He and Barney just stole whatever they could get their hands on until the wound up with the carnies. ]
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[Which also forced him to speed up learning new languages when he didn't have time to settle in with Sesame Street.
Ah, good times.
Cutting the vegetables into more bite-sized chunks, tossing some oil in the pan to sweat off the onions in the meantime.]
I pretty much lived on pizza during college, but I told my aunt I was eating properly whenever she called.
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[ Better than Clint's start. He's done a lot of questionable things in his life. That was before he was an assassin.
He's watching what Bruce does with the food, though. He can try again on his own. Maybe it'll make more sense if he sees what the other man is doing. ]
Isn't that what most college kids do? [ A grin. ] I mean, I don't know from experience or anything.
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[He doesn't sound very annoyed by it, just quietly amused by the follies of youth. He remembers being pissed off about it, back then, but he'd been much more ready to rage at anything and everything, so...
Leaving the onion to sizzle for a bit, he gets the garlic, careful in mincing it because like hell is he ruining dinner with blood, thank you very much.]
Do we want this a bit spicy or...? Because I think there's still some chilies in the fridge we could use to add some heat.
[Pause, and then:]
Unless Lucky got in there, in which case we've got bigger problems...
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[ He means that. It's oddly comforting. He's really not sure what he'd do with an abundance of cash. Like the kind he stole off the tracksuit vampires. Or the one bag he kept away from the main stash cause he knew his brother was going to screw him over. As usual. ]
Spicy's good. I think the spiciest food I ever had was way back on this thing back in Thailand. Can't even remember what it's called.
[ He goes to the fridge and rummages a second before he finds the chillies Bruce was mentioning, laughing at the mention of Lucky. ]
Nah, he's too much of a pizza fan.
[ Setting the little clear bag by the sink, he pulls a couple out to rinse before setting them where Banner can reach them easy. ]
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[Glancing over at the dog in question who is... just peacefully snoozing away.
What a good boy.
Who did nothing to stop Clint from attempting to wreck the kitchen.
Shaking his head in silence, Bruce takes the chilies and goes choppity chop.]
I'll try not to make this too spicy. Do we have milk, just in case...?
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[ Clint can't help but smile when he looks over at Lucky snoozing away. He and that dog have been through a lot. He never expected to keep him but he couldn't just leave him after what those asshole Russians did. ]
Yeah, we got it. And some heavy cream from that last thing you made. Do you need that?