Technically, she was sitting on the counter, Josh, jesus, but Wanda wasn't going to split hairs. She watched him with her eyebrows raised at his answer, nodded once to his offer, and then crossed her arms at his last question with a pout. All it took was about three minutes for Clint to go from sympathetic pseudo-boyfriend back to being Clint. Impressive. She wasn't surprised a bit, actually. "If I want to," she replied with a roll of her eyes but she slid from the counter top and elbowed him playfully in the side as she pushed her way to the sink to rinse the dishes he'd made and put them in a rack in the dishwasher.
"You could've asked nicely," she pointed out and turned back to look at him, reaching over to take her salami pepperoni sandwich. Maybe his culinary skills lacked something to be desired but they were still a vast improvement over her own and the sandwich was better than something sad and microwaved. She poured a glass of milk, took up her plate, then returned to the living room and changed the channel from Clint's cartoons to a news station. "I was serious, you know," she said when he joined her and she gave him a sly sidelong look. "Not that sitting around here on the couch with you isn't marvelous, really, a girl likes to be taken out somewhere nice once and awhile."