"Thank you." That was to cover both the compliment and being told that there was beer in the fridge. She held up the bag she had carted over here from the grocery store; "I'll just leave these in the kitchen. And the wine." She was not going to get drunk and sloppy tonight, but she could have one beer, and be fine.
She'd worry about the amount of wine that she could consume later.
She headed into the kitchen, dropping off the cupcakes and the wine, and snagging a beer from the kitchen. She stood there for a second looking around - this was home. Had been home. Clint was keeping it nice though, she had been expecting more of a mess.
She headed out of the kitchen, moving to the doorway between the outside and the inside, and looking at Clint. "So. Your cooking." She was stating the obvious here. "What's going on?"