[ There's a look that passes over her face. Mostly, it's some strain of surprise, which gets clamped down and filed away before it can go anywhere. Some of it looks like annoyance. Some of it is neither of those two things. Natasha deftly chooses to ignore those. ]
Sure.
[ Mildly. There's a little pause, and Natasha's head dips for a second as she looks down at her feet. Looks back up, and she arches an eyebrow at him. ]
I'd say you could stay for lunch, but.
[ But that would involve the kitchen. And, you know. ]
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Sure.
[ Mildly. There's a little pause, and Natasha's head dips for a second as she looks down at her feet. Looks back up, and she arches an eyebrow at him. ]
I'd say you could stay for lunch, but.
[ But that would involve the kitchen. And, you know. ]