"Oh," it's a light, simple and accepted truth. He can hear that strain. That will be a line of questioning for some time in the future in private company.

Clint is also an important person to Verity. That's not something to escape Matt's own attention. "Well, I'm not about to pass it up. I'll have some. I want room for everyone's." And say, that's his portion now. Bubbling and stewing like some sort of acid.

"Oh yes." Verity was pouring over recipes and ingredients last he knew.