I'm going to have to make up a 'Reserved for Hawkeye' sign for this table, aren't I?
[There's amusement in Natasha's voice as she saunters up to the table Kate's recently claimed as hers, since they seem to bump into each other here more than anywhere. She bends to greet Lucky, who's curled up under the table, dodging an enthusiastic puppy kiss by scritching him behind the ears.]
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[There's amusement in Natasha's voice as she saunters up to the table Kate's recently claimed as hers, since they seem to bump into each other here more than anywhere. She bends to greet Lucky, who's curled up under the table, dodging an enthusiastic puppy kiss by scritching him behind the ears.]
Still hard at work, I see.