Nat raised her eyebrows and gave a little chuckle at Clint's instance the alcoholic beverage wasn't all that bad. She wasn't a fan, but she'd let him drink as much of it as he wanted.
She popped a space potato in her mouth and munched down. Not so bad, but then again what fried food wasn't? "Tastes fine," she said with a full mouth. Clint was one person she didn't need to mind her manners around.
"Hmmm. The big space-head," Natasha mused out loud, thinking. "Well, for one thing, we know that dog isn't fucking around. Not only did I not know dogs could talk, but that one has powers like Wanda's. Think he can hear thoughts inside our heads?" It was an important question.