Natasha glances his way when she hears him approach, and there's a spark of annoyance when he moves into the kitchen with ease. Does he know how he looks? It's actually a bit obnoxious, how pretty he is, and Natasha is a full grown woman who can have any man she desires. She shouldn't feel that silly little flutter of attraction over someone who can't even cut his hair properly.

It passes quickly enough for her to move into the conversation without fault. "Well, this is a mug," she begins slowly as she approaches him, showing no hesitance in getting close as she holds it up between them. "And in it is squirrel. Not the whole squirrel. The important part." She gives a little facial shrug that's paired with a tilt of her head as she looks down at the mug herself. "You seem to only go out to hunt when you're starving and you end up draining a huge animal or setting yourself on edge while in the presence of a living person. Seems a bit more logical to feed a bit every day so that your larger meals aren't so erratic and hunger doesn't hit you so violently, no?"

She actually looks a little sheepish as she gives it to him, her own plate on the table and her coffee mug in her other hand. She holds it between both when she can, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "I don't know much about this but I thought that it just seemed a bit easier? To keep you satisfied longer? You don't have to drink it." She tacks it on hastily. "It wasn't hard for me to get, I just thought that if I was going to give it to you I should do it now. I'm assuming that cold blood isn't exactly... appetizing..."