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[coffeepots]

Clint's instinct is to tell Treble that asking questions isn't a hobby, but something tells him that he should hold his tongue.

"So, like, a scientist or researcher?"

Were he not in human form, Clint's ears would have perked up at the idea of cooking. Cooking implies food, which means Clint could possibly be able to sample said food. It's something he has to look out for, anyways, since he's never once been able to cook a full meal for himself without using the microwave. It's why he subsists off cereal and pizza and frozen food, for the most part.

(It's something Bobbi criticized him for when they were married, and it's something he still hasn't worked on after they divorced....)

"Yeah, sure. I don't have anything else on my plate today." He pauses. "Um, put not intended."

Surely, nothing bad could come of this.

"If you're looking for cooking tips, I can't really be of much help. The most I can maybe make is toast--and even then, I burn things most of the time."