"Nat likes creme puffs," Clint supplied helpfully, grinning. "Nat really likes creme puffs, the little ones with the dense filling."

"Oh I can do those! I can do those with chocolate drizzle. Milk, semi-sweet, or dark?" Doreen's grin was positively delighted.

That made Clint pause for a moment.

"Dark," he finally ventured. "Christ, what's with the sudden hard questions? How am I supposed to know what level of sweet to put in chocolate?"

Doreen snerked at him. "Alright, I'll try with all three and see which ones vanish the most." She grinned, pleased.

"You do that," Clint said. He stretched a bit and nudged a Roomba with a foot as one calmly buzzed by.

Doreen grinned, pulled out a chocolate chip from on top of the fridge, and tossed it in front of the Roomba. It zoomed over to eat the chocolate chip.

"They're just so cute, I don't know how Coulson can hate them."

"One of them ate a tie," Clint replied, smirking. "That was it. They aren't allowed in his room, or Tasha's. One of them ate one of Tasha's socks, once."

Doreen snickered. "Yeah but Tasha still treats them like errant puppies. Coulson looks at them like they're the epitome of all evil."

"They like his ties, what can I say?" Clint said, shrugging. He grinned.

Doreen snickered, tempted to say something that would get her into trouble. But she restrained herself.

"So, is dinner actually ready? Or are you just letting Bruce do everything now to keep me entertained?"

"I just do all the chopping and stuff," Clint said. He waved a hand towards Bruce. "He's the one who cooks everything."

Doreen snorted. "No desire to, no skill to, or you just like throwing knives around too much?"

Clint considered for a moment.

"Is all of the above an option?" he asked, grinning a bit. "Because that's mostly my answer. I can kind of cook, I just don't like to."

"Fair enough." Doreen grinned and shook her head. "Alright, so I've got apple turnovers and crème puffs for tomorrow. Any requests?"

"Not from me," Clint said. He glanced at Bruce, who looked over and shook his head as well.

"I'm fine," he said.

Doreen nodded. "Alright. Then whatever else I feel like making."

Clint nodded and settled back so Bruce could keep cooking.

Elsewhere, Laurel was settled in with her laptop, browsing a few other blogs to see what she could find.

Doreen ended up hanging around the kitchen until dinner was just about ready, and then she went to go fetch people. She peered over Laurel's shoulder with a grin.

"Seeing what else people have got?"

"Yeah," Laurel replied. She grinned. "Seeing a lot of my own posts, too." She paused when she noticed a message waiting in the inbox.

'Your intel is good. We both seem to be in the business of information. We should talk.'

It was just signed 'The Rising Tide.'

"That's... weird," she murmured, showing it to Doreen.

"That is weird," Doreen agreed, frowning. "I haven't heard about the Rising Tide. See what you can find on that."

"Yeah," Laurel agreed. She took a quick screenshot of the message, and emailed it to Coulson with a few question marks. Maybe he knew something they didn't. Once the email was sent, she started searching the net.

"Well, come on, dinner is ready. We can wait to hear back from Coulson until after dinner." Doreen shrugged.

Laurel reluctantly put her computer down.

"Alright," she said. "But I do want to check in a few minutes, this doesn't seem like something that would get ignored."

"That's what phones are for," Doreen said with a grin. "You can check at the table. Or living room. Or wherever we're eating tonight."

Laurel made a bit of a face but nodded, setting her computer down and grabbing her phone.

"Alright," she said. "Dinner it is."