Bobbi chuckled softly, deciding to forgo the other available chair and just plop down onto Electro's lap, looping her arms around his neck. "Mmhmm. You wanted the mooshu pork and egg foo yung, right?"

She looked slightly pensive, however. Thinking about Clint coming back, thinking about his reaction if he ever found out what she was doing, it was all a little depressing. And really, it wasn't an if, it was a when. She tried to set that out of her mind though. She'd just have to deal with it when the time came.

"He'll shoot you, you know. Or he'll try." She sighed, frowning as she bit her lip. "I feel like I should apologize in advance. And you know, give you a heads up. And ask you to not kill him. Please."