"I think we might be evenly matched," Natasha answered with a smirk as she set a container of cherries into the basket. Her hand rested on his back as she ambled them over to first get some crackers, and then some chocolate. If they were going to go in on their own personal smorgasbord, they were going to go all in.

It was nice, to have a quiet moment with him. Those had always been few and far between, everything notched up to 11 due to the necessity of sneaking around. "We've got a pretty good spread here," she observed thoughtfully. "Anything else you want to try?"