"No because tomatoes are a fruit," Jamie countered with a lopsided grin. He'd have to pick a totally different vegetable, one that was definitely not actually a fruit. And it definitely shouldn't have been much longer before his head was all better. Or, you know, getting there.
He let out a soft breath of relief when he felt Clint take his hand. Jamie squeezed gently, not sure what it meant or what it was starting but, well, it was something. "Yeah, well, I reckon we're both pretty good at just disappearing considering we both ditched our lives to come here," he countered with an arched eyebrow. "I say, when you're out of here, the mediwizard prescribes a healthy self-dosing of alcohol and greasy food."