"Well aren't you handy." She said after he got the top off her beer. She took a drink, and then glanced around at the little grill he had set up.
She guessed that a husband could do that - but that didn't put her anymore at ease. This wasn't the type of thing that they did. She didn't know what do to - so she knew in a few seconds she was going to start talking, and then not be able to stop. She'd probably end up picking a fight with Clint and then everything would start all over again.
Damn vicious cycle.
"Cheers." She echoed clinking his bottle back. After tanking a drink she glanced around again. "All right, anything I can do to help? Set the table?" Something? Anything? She felt she should be doing something.