The first thing that she notices is the large streak of mud down his leg that he's tracking into the house, and it's the second thing that she notices that keeps her from snapping at him for doing just that. It's the smile, that stupid, proud curl at the corners of his mouth, subtle enough to be missed by anyone who isn't her, that makes her annoyance immediately dissipate only to be replaced with a vague sense of endearment. She made a request and he put out effort to fulfill it, she can't be frustrated with him about that.

"No, I've got it." She replies in a voice that's uncharacteristically soft almost to the point of passiveness, and she shifts to get up off of the floor before moving over to him and taking the rabbits with a minor, but genuine, smile. "Thank you. I've got a drainage system in the kitchen, I'll take care of them right now. I don't know how much clothing you have here, but if you want you can put those in my room and I'll wash them for you. I'd offer you a pair of sweatpants but..." she trails off, looking up at him and the twelve inch disparity between them, and she can't help but give a dry but crooked smirk. "I don't think you have the hips for them." Or they wouldn't make it past his knees. Either way.

Natasha moves into the kitchen with Jasper's kill, and it doesn't take her too long before she's lost in the project before her, enough to put her mind at ease. It isn't long before she's singing to herself, low and quiet, and at least two hours later she finally walks back into the living room and drying her washed hands on a small towel. "I've got a stew going," she informs him, partially distracted as she checks the fire. "I made a lot, I don't know if you really... eat? Well, you obviously eat but I mean - you know what I mean." She finishes dismissively before looking at him directly. "You're welcome to it if you'd like."