She puts down the hot fries, wiping her hands on her pants as she goes for the CD vault at her feet. Natasha begins to flip through idly, with a few pauses on things she ultimately knows they won't agree on, either way.
"I'll let you pick because you're driving... but no 'We didn't start the fire.'" Natasha shoots him a warning look and follows it up with expectation. He knows her collection by heart, and he's even contributed a few to the pile.
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Date: 2016-03-23 09:22 am (UTC)"I'll let you pick because you're driving... but no 'We didn't start the fire.'" Natasha shoots him a warning look and follows it up with expectation. He knows her collection by heart, and he's even contributed a few to the pile.