Jamie looked down at the bag of tacos and sundries, arching an eyebrow as he laughed. Right, well, he probably would have assumed the same. He shut the door with his foot and went to set the food on his coffee table, assuming that Clint would follow once he was done looking around. His wand was waiting for him on the same table and he grabbed it. Without a word, he wrote glowing letters in the air that spelled out, Hearing aids, Clint. Not food.
With a motion of his wand, he spun the letters so the other man would be able to actually read them. Then he held out his hand again. But there was a distraction in the form of a Tortishell cat who was standing on the arm of his sofa. She looked very interested in Clint, tip of her tail flicking casually.