Smiling despite herself, Wanda shook her head at Clint's antics. How could this happily punning man be the same one she had overheard so recently? There wasn't a trace of darkness about him tonight. If she hadn't known better, Wanda could easily have imagined him totally unfazed by his own time in the Arena or years of watching the demise of his mentees. Would she ever be able to be so convincingly joyous? She doubted it, but then it was unlikely she'd be around long enough to find out.
"If you say so," she answered, not striving to hide her dubiousness. "I suppose you know her far better than I do. But if she doesn't welcome her new roommates, I'm putting all the blame on you." Wanda said this with forced brightness, trying not to think of the full nature of the history Clint shared with Natasha.
"Oh I definitely want one too," Wanda answered, relieved to be on safer conversational ground as her fingers curled around the container. It was infinitely easier to discuss fish than skirt around the question of her former mentor. "And one more to make it a trio, I think. Wouldn't want them getting lonely."