That is a convenient use for the metal arm. Natasha keeps a few to carry herself to avoid any prying eyes curious about how much he's carrying. She smiles at him and reaches up to pat his cheek at his question. "Sometimes. Depends on the day."

She leaves him to his thoughts once they're in the apartment, content in the quiet as she helps to put away the items that don't need to be refrigerated. Once they're done, she hops up to sit on the counter and helps herself to one of the raspberries.

"Here, catch," she says as she mimes throwing one of the berries toward him to catch in his mouth.