25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning
Natasha had gotten up early and made another sweep through the house, familiarizing herself with the layout, before she found and figured out the coffee maker and turned on the radio, tuning it to the local station to try to get a feel for the place.
...it seemed the place was insane.
And, as she listened to the broadcast and sipped her (black, very strong, only slightly sweetened) coffee, she concluded they were way overly fond of their gossip. Until they got to the part about her and Clint, anyway. She didn't drop her coffee cup or anything as dramatic as that, but she did set it down very firmly before yelling up the stairs, "CLINT! CLINT, GET UP! WE MISSED A BUG!"
((For that guy. And anyone who wants to knock at their door, I guess.))
...it seemed the place was insane.
And, as she listened to the broadcast and sipped her (black, very strong, only slightly sweetened) coffee, she concluded they were way overly fond of their gossip. Until they got to the part about her and Clint, anyway. She didn't drop her coffee cup or anything as dramatic as that, but she did set it down very firmly before yelling up the stairs, "CLINT! CLINT, GET UP! WE MISSED A BUG!"
((For that guy. And anyone who wants to knock at their door, I guess.))