She was glad that they had gotten -- distracted before she could address weather it was laundry day or not. So what exactly she had bee expecting didn't have to be discussed.
Laying there afterward she closed her eyes, for a few moments, before propping herself up her elbow so she could look over at Clint who had collapsed next to her. God he was always with the talking - but she guessed in this case some positive reinforcement was called for. "Gold medal." She assured him, "even the judges from the cranky countries would have given that a 10. Hell even North Korea would have."
She didn't rest her head on his chest - too many bruises - but instead snuggled in next to him.
"Cereal bars are on the top shelf of the kitchen, got the ones you like, so take the box when you leave. And the shirt you left here last time is hanging on the back of the door." She wasn't kicking him out - she was just letting him know that okay maybe she had been expecting this. Or at least a pit stop, and had gotten things ready for what was sure to be a hasty exit at some point. This way at least he'd have some food for the drive to his place in New York, and a clean shirt to wear.