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[deaddrop]

"What, you cook too? Now you might have me tempted." Natasha glances around them. In a market like this, you'd imagine there'd be some ingredients rather than just finished meals. Of course, they'd still have to find a place to prepare them. "If not today, then another time."

[alias_savant]

"I do cook." It's probably one of his favorite skills that he uses shamelessly to impress romantic partners. Or even his FBI partners. He's not above bribing Diana with food, and she has absolutely zero interest in what he's working with. "Either is fine. Though not today might be easier for our picnic plans."

[deaddrop]

"I rather like the idea of another time." The picnic today seems light, a welcome distraction. An opportunity to pretend to be normal for a while. "Now that you've brought it up, though, I would love to see your talent. I'm not much of a cook. Rarely have the time."

[alias_savant]

"Then another time it is." Neal will find them something for a picnic today, and they can have a home-made dinner date later. "It'll give me time to plan a menu."

[deaddrop]

"If it's more involved than a peanut butter and banana sandwich, you'll be beating me about seventy percent of the time," Natasha admits, not especially ashamed of herself. She has other priorities, especially in hell.

She eats.

It's not like she's going to die of malnutrition.

"But for today... maybe we can find a bottle of wine for our picnic."

[alias_savant]

"Wine sounds perfect." And since he's done his own bit of snooping since they arrived, he turns to her with a smile. "I know just the place."

And off they go in search of great wine and a calm picnic.