When Clint entered the kitched at Avengers tower, his keen sense of perception detected three things. The first was the smoke that hung like a curtain over the stainless-steel La Cornue stove; the second was the smell of something that might have been possibly good, but for the process of carbonization to which it had been subjected. The third was Natasha Romanov, a dusting of flour on her hair and nose, looking forlorn at a recipe book, sighing "Why the hell didn't they say they meant Fahrenheit????"

Lololol, perfection. XD And your icon fits perfectly too, omg her expression. So much disdain.

:chortles: This is so utterly priceless.