"Dunno about the waterfall sounds," Clint said behind a smile, "maybe just record a few goes of pouring water into a bucket. It's close enough." It probably wasn't close enough, and they both knew it, but they also both knew that Natasha wasn't going to open up Starklandia's very first nail salon. Even if the idea was so bizarre that it was actually charming.
The thing about this place was though, that no one really had to do much of anything so long as there was a concentrated effort to like ... survive, generally. That was easy enough: a little hunting, a little scavenging. Otherwise, they could mind their own business if they wanted. Natasha could do anything she wanted. Or nothing at all.
Clint had been pretty bad at doing nothing though, and he suspected Nat would probably feel the same way after taking a while to get used to the place.
"Well, stop squirming so much," he said, freeing up his arm from underneath his chin in order to squeeze her kneecap. Because he was trying to be reassuring. Not because he just wanted to touch more. Obviously. Yeah. "You've got a whole 'nother hand to practice on. And I don't think this place has yelp anyway. Oh. Should we make Tony invent a new yelp? I want reviews about COFFEE."