Clint nods, and drops down to check the minifridge stored under the counter. The water boiler's already heating up, but he lets out a pleased breath when he finds an already full ice-cube tray in the minifridge's freezer.

He pulls it out, and sets it on the counter next to the glasses, before turning around to lean against the counter's edge. Nat can decide how much ice she wants in her own water.

Clint's gaze drops down the length of her body, and back up, brow furrowing. "You look like you just got married."

That's weird.