Clint was starting to feel twitchy. Being around Penny had that effect and while he'd like to deny it... well, it wasn't that easy. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to go. She was lovely, intelligent and seemed to listen to him and actually gave him credence. Most women saw the fame and the money and the abs. Occasionally the hair played a part but the abs. Fucking Quidditch calendars. Still, there were too many obstacles for them. Course, maybe if he just scratched the itch... Problem was, he didn't want to do that to her. He liked her friendship and appreciated it. He didn't want to fuck it up.
Raising a brow, he shook his head. "Can't imagine you boring at all," he said, smiling gently. She couldn't be boring if he tried. Bookworm turned sexy romance novelist? Not bloody likely. Finishing up the last few bites of his dinner, he relaxed and watched her eat, quiet for a moment.
"Great," he said, when she finished, laughing a bit. The server dropped the check and Clint dropped some money on the table, over tipping more than was necessary but he figured someone should go home happy. "Just what I need. I think everyone deserves a hideous house plant."