There’s literally no way you can mess up chips and dip. You would have to invent a new kind of dumb to be able to. Enter Clint Barton, aka the new kind of dumb. Kate his protege gave him one job. One singular job, just go to the store and grab chips and dip. It’s literally that simple.
So someone tell Kate why this bitch showed up with chips and salsa from his favorite taco truck instead. She had no words beyond a blank stare.. and ten bucks says he ruined his appetite. By indulging in a Aros Con Polo before heading over anyway. Not that the man isn’t a bottomless pit. She’d never even seen him so much as get a tummy ache before. He’d walked in looking sheepish put his head down and avoided her gaze like she was Medusa.
They would have a long talk about this after everyone left. And Lucky went to bed for the night.