"So I've been told," Izumo agreed, and started eating, which left little room for talking. At least, the way he ate didn't: bent low over his bowl, he scarfed his food down at a rate likely to cause choking in anyone else. He knew, logically, Clint wasn't going to take his food, that it was safe here, but old habits died hard and Clint wasn't going to hold this over his head. So Izumo ate as he did.