"He is something." It was said with a surprisingly fond smile - this was another phrase he'd learned from Clint, said often and with joy about he and his sister. "There are many other things to eat. Clint can build and when he does things for people they bring us food if they cannot pay. We do not have to kill the damn birds."
Pietro shrugged, because that wasn't quite right either but it was likely that nothing she could come up with would be. "We are very lucky."
He watched with interest as her face seemed to melt away, the blue hair shifting to a mousey brown. "That feels better, does it not?"