Clint shuffled out of his room dressed in a tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms. Spotting Bobbi on the couch with cereal, he studied her for a moment. "Those better not be the last of my Golden Crisps," he muttered tiredly. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with his own bowl of cereal, smiling that he had gotten the last of the Golden Crisps and joined her on the couch.