25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning

[chernayavdova]

Natasha had gotten up early and made another sweep through the house, familiarizing herself with the layout, before she found and figured out the coffee maker and turned on the radio, tuning it to the local station to try to get a feel for the place.

...it seemed the place was insane.

And, as she listened to the broadcast and sipped her (black,

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[so_hawkward]

Clint was a pretty light sleeper, so he was sitting up in an instant at the yelling. "WHAT?" he said, getting louder to match her. "HOW?" Maybe he wasn't fully awake, because she couldn't possibly have meant what he thought he heard.

[chernayavdova]

She took the stairs two at a time up to his nest room, carrying the radio so he could hear this nonsense, too. "They're broadcasting our business to the entire island. And they've got some very flimsy code about squirrels, here, listen to this."

[so_hawkward]

Clint took the radio and listened, his eyes getting wider the longer he listened. "They know our names? They think we're a couple?" Okay, maybe not the most important thing to focus on, but still.

[chernayavdova]

"That part is almost a relief, it means they don't know we have separate bedrooms," Natasha pointed out. "And then it gets kind of weird." The whole thing was kind of weird, but the part right after that was definitely weird.