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Never as glamorous as the movies make it out to be, huh? That was nice though. Didn't want to take any money off 'em?

[ 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.

[therapissed]

You didn't miss much, but yeah. The ones that came from rich families or that still lived with their parents ate better than us plebs.

[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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Nice to know I'd have still been scrounging around even if I made it that far in school.

[ 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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You never know, he might try expanding his palate.

[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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I think he leaves off expanding that with whatever those treats are she gets from Mrs. Devons down the hall.

[ 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?