"Works for me." He replied, smile as crooked as ever, "Probably the best plan I've heard all week, even."

He gave Izumo a nudge with his shoulder to steer him in the right direction when they got to the corner.

He hadn't been exaggerating the proximity, either. Pretty much anywhere he went was within about a six-block radius of his apartment, and it was only a few minute's walk before they reached the restaurant. Clint grumbled contentedly at the smell when he opened the door, "Yeah, best plan."