aspecificskillset:

nefariouslywhitney:

I don’t trust take-out places. I think there’s some meat in here somewhere…

[ She leaned against the counter, watching her. ] 

You can always get someone to go to the market for you. 

[ Looks over her shoulder at Natasha ]

The butler’s gone and so is the maid- assistant, whatever she likes to call herself.