Despite the fact he hadn't stopped eating all day, when Clint left the vent, he went directly to the kitchen, drawn by a multitude of spicy aromas.
"Hot damn! Tacos!" Leaning over Pepper's shoulder as she stirred the ground beef mixture, he drew in a deep breath, moaning in pleasure. "You are amazing. Will you marry me?"
Pepper laughed. "I guess it's true. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"Especially if you feed him in bed." Clint reached into the pot, trying to snag a piece of ground beef.
Pepper rapped his fingers with the spatula.