"Thank you, waiter." Taking the beer, she smirked at him and leaned back in her seat. Her foot was claimed by the dog who looked over its shoulder with a panting expectant expression. She leaned over and rubbed a ear while taking a drink of her beer. Clint leaned in and she tilted her head to look at him up close. It had been a very long time since they were like this, and comfortable about it. "Been a long time, hot shot, yeah," she agreed and kissed him back.