She had hoped she'd been quick enough with shutting off the alarm, but clearly not, as Clint was currently standing in the door way staring at her. Well, so much for breakfast in bed. Sighing, she dropped the fire alarm onto the counter and hoped down from among the mess. "I was trying to make you breakfast," she muttered, dejectedly. It really shouldn't have been so difficult. It was just bloody breakfast not rocket science. She didn't know what her problem was. They said it was like potions and she'd been good at potions ... so why did she royally suck in the kitchen. It was highly unfair.
Sighing, she grabbed her wand from among the wreckage and set the kitchen to cleaning itself. Snagging a piece of burnt bacon, she made a face when it litterally shattered when she bit it. Maybe she'd just forego breakfast and save her taste buds the horror. She should have just went with Oatmeal, you just had to add water to that shit. Or cereal.
Tossing the bacon in the trash, she officially gave up on trying to make breakfast. Going back to bed might really be the only thing left for her to do, less she actually burn down the house around them. She made a mental note never to try this again, considering it a live and learn experience. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," she muttered, following him back upstairs. Of course, going back to bed meant she had to change out of her flour and egg covered pajamas. Moving to her dresser, she started rummaging around for something to change into.
Finding the items she'd bought with Katie and Emma, she raised an eyebrow. She supposed that might be considered a gift. Did it count as a gift for him, if she was the one who had bought it and would be wearing it? Letting the garter dangle from her finger, she glanced his way, "Gift for you or gift for me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.