Oh my god. Thank you for saying that. I get into arguments! All the time! ...over what counts as homemade or not. Because, I really feel like if you didn't buy the finished product at a store and pop it into your oven — it's homemade, no?

[ yelena, on the other hand, is fully aware of how fast she downs alcohol — she's almost done with hers by the time she closes the fridge door shut.

in the corner of her eye she spots what she came here for in the first place; it's the only thing with personality in his little... humble home and though she has a committed Many A Crime — this was one she knew deep down she couldn't do. at least, for now. who knows how bucky will make her feel ten minutes from now. ]

Beer is like juice to me, too, except I feel it... Do you even remember what it feels like to be drunk?

[ yelena sets her glass down, just to hop onto the little half-wall counter he's got going on. she really is getting too comfortable here— ]

Probably a week if things go according to plan. I have a lot of work to do here. Where were you before you caught me red-handed?