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[soldierslikeus]

She rolls her eyes again, but it's a much fonder sort of annoyance than it ever used to be, and she shakes his hand with that firm military handshake she definitely has.

"I'm sure I can allow you that," she says, dryly. "In all honesty this whole affair's enough that I might even sleep in til six-thirty myself."

She's got jokes.

[notinflictthem]

Hawk cackles, thrilled more than anything that Margaret makes jokes now.

"Careful, don't hurt yourself- if you sleep past seven I think your boots might march off without you."

[soldierslikeus]

"Maybe if they were my own boots and not these loaners," she says, kicking her foot against the bottom of the bar stool. The clothes they get given upon arrival are decent and sturdy enough, but... "They're hardly military standard. I don't understand why I couldn't have just kept my uniform but I suppose I should be glad to be clothed at all."

Beat. Recognises the opening. Gives Hawkeye a very pointed don't even look.

[notinflictthem]

Hawk just kind of eaaaases into one of his cat-like smug smiles, resting his cheek on his hand. He doesn't even have to say anything, does he?

[soldierslikeus]

"I think the jokes I'm imagining may be worse than just letting you tell your own," she says dryly, picking up her glass again. "Which still isn't an invitation."

She drinks.

[notinflictthem]

"But it could be," he jokes, leaning even further on the bar, "I bet you wouldn't know what to do without me pulling your pigtails."

[soldierslikeus]

Margaret makes a vague 'mmm' sound. "I might wonder if you'd hit your head if you actually stopped entirely, I'll give you that much."