[It's only so long before Davesprite has to give up, accept the shitty offerings available, and drift back toward the living room. There's only so long you can float around a kitchen pretending you've got something to do in there when, really, you don't.]

[So he sidles back in, awkward, looking uncomfortable as anything while he gnaws on what is clearly an unboiled block of ramen noodles. He has dusted some of the seasoning packet over its mass, but it tastes a lot like sodium and cardboard all together.]

Hey, uh—

[Cough.]

I know this probably ain't the time? But for a dude who got on me about Bro so much, your kitchen sucks, Clint.

[Maybe he can diffuse this tension with something stupid. He hopes.]