Natasha pouted at Clint's all but charming remarks. The problem was, he was right. This did either look nor smell really delicious.
"It's just the kitchen. I've done this a hundred times in my own in New York", she claimed, stirring the pile of vegetables in the pan without much enthusiasm.
Wasn't something supposed to be in the water by now? Some spice or something? Why was this all so complicated? She had no problem surviving on something she had hunted in the wilderness or living off can food for months. But as soon as she was supposed to get something on a plate, it turned out catastrophic.
"I'm sorry."
She sighed and sat down on the counter in surrender.
"You don't have to eat it, really. I just wanted to try and do something nice."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-01 07:45 pm (UTC)"It's just the kitchen. I've done this a hundred times in my own in New York", she claimed, stirring the pile of vegetables in the pan without much enthusiasm.
Wasn't something supposed to be in the water by now? Some spice or something? Why was this all so complicated? She had no problem surviving on something she had hunted in the wilderness or living off can food for months. But as soon as she was supposed to get something on a plate, it turned out catastrophic.
"I'm sorry."
She sighed and sat down on the counter in surrender.
"You don't have to eat it, really. I just wanted to try and do something nice."