He hadn't bothered answering the first statement, mostly because they both knew it was true, and if he argued he'd just come off as protesting too much, as it were.

He was halfway through his own dinner when she emerged, and he slid the other plate closer, "Chicken and rice." It was, in fact, some kind of fancy chicken risotto, and Clint probably knew it, "And we got a message, haven't looked at it yet, figured it'd save time if we both got it at once." And there was that smile again, "And between you and me? I'm going to eat first. Rather not ruin my appetite."