Well, that was the best part about dating someone you already knew and really liked as a person. It could be dating just as much as it was being best friends. They could be both at the same time -- and Clint very much thought that was what this was. Just two best friends out on a date to eat children's cookies amongst a landscape of pink, pink and more pink.
It was fun.
He didn't know at all why'd he'd been nervous to begin with. That'd been stupid of him. The kind of stupid that only came with overthinking a situation. Which, okay, was something he did a lot of, but still. He probably shouldn't have in this instance. Even if Natasha liked the blazer.
"Right?" He asked, grinning stupid and besotted at Natasha, because he couldn't not, he had no idea how not to at this point. Every look he gave her was just rife with adoration. "We're great at this. Experts. I'm pretty sure we could write a book about it. You know, to help people who aren't nearly so lucky."