Natasha's pretty sure that there's a - comfort, almost, in these activities with low stakes. Knock knock jokes. Watching old movies in her living room. They open a door for him, but not one that comes with any pressure or expectation to walk through it. She remembers what it felt like, in those first years after she defected to SHIELD. Like everyone was waiting for her to drop the act and snap someone's neck. Every choice she made had been measured, weighted. If he's feeling even a fraction of that, well - she can definitely understand what that's like.

"I've been making cocktails since I was thirteen," she answers in a tone that seems to say obviously it's going to taste good. Like so many of her skills, it's one she learned in the Red Room. But she's reclaimed it for herself, the same way she's found the joy in ballet, or in using her deadlier abilities to do some good in the world. There's a momentary pause as she thinks about the reality of alcohol for him. "I could ask Valkyrie about getting some Asgardian mead for you, if you want to see what something a little stronger will do."

The kitchen is, in a word, efficient, with a two seat table tucked into the corner. Liho hops off of her shoulder and onto the table, where she perches at the edge to watch the other cat curiously. While Bucky talks about their movie options, she moves through the kitchen with a thoughtless grace to get what she needs to make the first cocktail. It's clear that she's comfortable in her space. And not just because she knows where all the weapons are hidden. She's at ease with him there, even when her back is turned.

"Is there something you've been wanting to watch?" she spares a quick glance and a smile at him over her shoulder as she adds a globe of ice to each tumbler. Something about the way he mentions movies he might've missed makes her think he might have a few in mind.