Re: Clint / Roxy
Lucky was just barely sitting still, his tail wagging a mile a minute at the sight of the pizza. He definitely knew it was coming, and was frankly behaving pretty damn well, because if it had just been Clint, the dog would have gone for it already and not waited for any kind of permission.
"Oh yeah," Clint said of the pizza. "It's totally fine. He runs the calories off in a matter of minutes anyway." He reached out for the shake too, even if Lucky let out a low whine, clearly thinking they were both side tracked from the real point of this meeting. Which was pizza. "Roxy. Nice t'meetcha. I'm Clint. Barton."