[Natasha does have a strong suspicion that he wouldn't even consider accepting her help if he didn't respect her. Being able to voice things is certainly an important step. But those actions have to come first. They're like putting a foot out on the ice first to make sure it's going to hold.] Good. Can you ball the paper up? I'll bring a bag back out to put it in.
[So it doesn't get all over the trash. She gets up off the couch and disappears into the kitchen. Only gone for a moment, she returns with two bottles of beer in one hand, a tube of pringles in the crook of her arm, and a plastic bag in her other hand. She hands the bag off to him as she returns to her seat on the couch, passing his beer over once he's done with the bag.] Ever tried Fiery Sweet BBQ pringles? [She pops the lid off the tube and peels the seal back before tilting the canister towards him to offer a sample.]
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[So it doesn't get all over the trash. She gets up off the couch and disappears into the kitchen. Only gone for a moment, she returns with two bottles of beer in one hand, a tube of pringles in the crook of her arm, and a plastic bag in her other hand. She hands the bag off to him as she returns to her seat on the couch, passing his beer over once he's done with the bag.] Ever tried Fiery Sweet BBQ pringles? [She pops the lid off the tube and peels the seal back before tilting the canister towards him to offer a sample.]