You really got that thing down pat, where you technically agree with someone and they still feel like they were just owned, huh?

[ He doesn't lose the grin though. Hey, far be it from him to knock some good, dry as bones sass, even if it is directed at him. There's a reason he gets along with Natasha even when she walks all over his delicate, manly feelings. All one of them. ]

Actually... hold on.

[ He digs back into the fridge. Sam set up the inventory system upon arrival, and he's pretty sure... yep, there it is. ]

You want french vanilla, irish creme, italian sweet creme, hazelnut, cinnamon vanilla creme, salted caramel chocolate, vanilla caramel or café mocha?