Natasha had to shake her head at that. "No, I'm definitely telling you the truth," she said. "My mama ran a bar and grill back in New Orleans. Never let me near the kitchen. You accidentally cause a kitchen fire when making gumbo one time and suddenly you can't be trusted. I was a waitress. Couldn't do anything else."
She offered him a small smile in response to his appreciation, regarding him for a moment before moving to sit down beside him. "Sure, I'll sit for a little while," she said. "But only a little bit. You need to rest."
Natasha looked around at the blanket fort Bran had set up here and laughed a little to herself. "I don't know," she said. "This fort might be pretty close. I can see why you made it. It's kind of cozy-like."