Appointments Post

[widows_kiss]

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~ STANDING APPOINTMENTS ~
Daily:
Early morning run
CH5 Avengers Breakfast
Training Session at the Battle Dome

Other:
Friday: 8AM Coffee Date with Pepper

Comments

[z_jay]

"Clint may have told Jack, but they're training buddies and I'm not part of that exclusive club." by way of explaining, he tried to add a little humor in there. He was just there to look at a fine pair of derriers, not really participate in that rigorous regimine. But... now that he had two legs, there was no reason for him not to...

"From specialist to Barista owner? My, your resume must be really interesting. Are you like Clint in having tasted various dubious kinds of meat? Including bad, I might add..." it was a safe enough subject he thought. Not serious, away from anything potentially too job related, and it dealt with food. Win, win, and win.

So, Italian sodas, coffee, and potentially a pastry display. But he still needed to broach that idea with her.

"So if I'm working for you now, like you said I should be doing, then you'll probably want me to bring all my skills to the front counter, right?"

[widows_kiss]

"Is it exclusive?" she teased him, because she'd dropped in once or twice when Clint was working with him. "You could always join in. Jack seems to benefit from it. Clint's a good trainer."

She laughed when he mentioned her resume, humor lighting green eyes. "Oh, you have no idea." Although she wasn't entirely certain what he was referring to with her partner. "I think I've missed an interesting conversation. Clint's certainly had a wide range of experiences to tell tales of. Half of them might even be true."

Natasha leaned against the counter, hands cupping her mug as she tilted her head to the side and studied him with a faint smile. "At least the relevant ones. The ones I've observed so far seem to make you perfect for it. Are there other ones I don't know about yet?" Yes, that's a definite glint of mischief in her gaze now.

[z_jay]

"i benefit from it," he confessed without thinking, chuckling softly and trying to avoid any questions as to why he benefited from it in particular. The way her eyes lit up was nice and he found himself looking for a little longer than he meant to, to which he quickly averted his and scoffed. Any talents he had, he wasn't going to share so freely on their second conversation, though he was very tempted to play along. Perhaps once things were underway and he felt more comfortable knowing she wouldn't dropkick him for a smart comment.

His pride wouldn't afford him that kind of rejection, taken or not.

"Cooking, in particular. Were you around when me and Jack baked more pies than we could ever hope to devour?" If they'd managed to keep them fresh, he was certain that they'd both still have overflow, even from back when they'd first arrived. "I've got some free time on my hands to try out pastries-- and what coffee place is complete without chocolate chip cookies?"

[widows_kiss]

He may not go into detail in explaining that comment, but she hadn't missed his return that morning from the tunnels and it had been pretty obvious what he and Jack were to each other. It wasn't hard to guess what that little smirk was for, and she laughed, understanding entirely.

"That doesn't mean you should miss out yourself. Some specialized training might do you some good. Do you have anyone helping you strengthening your muscles back up?" Working around and recovering from injuries was something both she and Clint had a fair share of experience in. Granted, Clint had a little more than her, but she was also used to being his partner through it as well.

She shook her head at the mention of the pies, looking bemused. "No, I'm afraid I missed that. So you know how to bake as well as make a mean cup of coffee? I think I've hit the jackpot. Pastries are not one of my talents. I was figuring I'd have to make a deal somehow with the bakery next door."