"Sure, go for it," he said easily. "You know where the plates are..." That is to say, he didn't move them since the last time she had been over to the apartment. And now that Clint thought about it, he couldn't exactly remember when that was. When he had returned from his last long term mission, he had surprised her at his place. And then before that... Last winter? No, it had to have been sooner that that. "I'm gonna check on the meat," he said and excused himself for the time being.
Clint opened the lid on the Weber and gave the steaks a flip. "What'd you get from the store?" He called back to her, turning slightly as he did. He finished the task at hand and returned the cover to the grill before pacing back into the apartment.
"Its gonna be about ten more minutes," Clint said and gestured behind him. "What'd you get from the store?" He asked her, realizing he couldn't hear her the first time when he did.