It actually takes him a minute. It was a few hours before landing on the carrier. Nutrition bar. No telling how long he was unconscious, though.
He doesn't want to elaborate on how his brain is a little fuzzy. Rolls his eyes at the contents of Ba'al's larder: "This stuff is crap," he says. He takes one of the prepackaged things of rice, and some of the frozen vegetables. Two eggs. There's not much in the way of spices, so salt will have to do.
Presumptuous? Okay. But Clint wants something to do with his hands. And he doesn't want to be alone. And this is a solution that also gets him fed.
Burners on, water started boiling, and he dumps the vegetables out in a pan. His motions are quick and practiced. He can cook. He's actually pretty damn good.
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He doesn't want to elaborate on how his brain is a little fuzzy. Rolls his eyes at the contents of Ba'al's larder: "This stuff is crap," he says. He takes one of the prepackaged things of rice, and some of the frozen vegetables. Two eggs. There's not much in the way of spices, so salt will have to do.
Presumptuous? Okay. But Clint wants something to do with his hands. And he doesn't want to be alone. And this is a solution that also gets him fed.
Burners on, water started boiling, and he dumps the vegetables out in a pan. His motions are quick and practiced. He can cook. He's actually pretty damn good.