(Hmmm I probably could. I think I'll keep saving up a little while longer. So you only have the Io outfit?)

Clint chuckled, "Then I guessed correctly. Umm...if you ever want to r-read a horror book the only one I can recommend is 'Pet Sematary' and it's not even scary. Just creepy. It belonged to my father so if you ever want to borrow it just promise not to drop it in a lake or something." He said and gave her a small smile. "I'll uhh...go ahead and get started on dinner. I'll call you when it's done." Clint said to her before leaving the books with her and walking out to his kitchen where he gathered some ingredients and began to prepare.

(To be honest, Io is my fave event npc. He's adorable. lol)

"Hmm?" Clint looked back at her, having heard her question. "Yeah I did take it to school every day to read it between class and stuff." He answered her with a nod of his head. "It was a really cool book and I wanted to give it a chance so I asked my dad if I could borrow it. I was not disappointed and tears may or may not have been shed." He added with a smirk.

Clint raised an eyebrow. "A girl ask me about it?" He repeated. He had to think back. Or try to, but it was hard. There were so many girls at school and he wasn't ever popular with the ladies. So if one did talk to him at all, he would remember. It took a while but he eventually nodded. "Yeah, that was soooo long ago though mads." He whistled. "If a girl talked to me about anything, I was lucky." He said and laughed softly. "But to answer your question, yes I vaguely remember a girl asking me about the book I was reading." Clint answered her.

"I don't think you're being silly mads. I think it's really sweet that you actually remember that. It was many years ago, you clearly have better memory than I do. You were always fun to talk to mads, even when you were this tiny." He gestured with his fingers how small she was back in elementary school and chuckled. He was being playful with her again. "Sorry, I'll stop and get that dinner ready for real this time." Clint laughed softly and headed back to the kitchen to continue on their dinner.

Clint continued working on dinner for the two of them. Hopefully Maddie liked it. Why was he so set on making a good impression? It wasn't that he liked her or anything...of course not. He just always worried he'd make something someone else didn't like. What if she was allergic? He shook those negative thoughts from his head and stirred the food carefully, adding the sauce and stirring some more. Lowering the flame, he took this time to set the table for two then walked back to the stove to check on the food. It was really quiet in the house, maybe Maddie was reading one of the books he had given her. Clint kept his mind focused on cooking and when he was done, he shut the stove off and carefully served them both each a plate of food. Setting the empty pan back on the stove, he grabbed two empty glasses and set them down on the table then added some grated cheese to the top of their food and some pepper for taste. It looked really good and smelled good too. "Maddie, dinner is ready!" He called, pouring himself a glass of milk. "What would you like to drink?" He asked.

Clint poured Maddie a glass of water then looked at her when she spoke. "You fell to sleep?" He asked, worry written all over his face. "A-and...did you sleep well?" He asked curiously, taking his seat at the table then. She must have slept fine since she didn't look to be in a panic. Still, he couldn't help but worry. "I made pasta...I hope that's okay." He said, poking at his food a little. It was a habit of his. "It has chicken and shrimp on it. I wanted something warm today since it looks like it might rain again any day now." He explained. He probably didn't need to explain, but he felt like he should anyway.

"That's good. I'm glad that you were able to enjoy a nap. It's been a long day, so it makes sense that you would be tired." Clint began, smiling at her when she complimented his cooking. "Thank-you, that's really nice of you. Good to know you agree. Warm food just tastes better when it's about to rain or get cold out." He said and took a small bite of his pasta then. She mentioned him working tomorrow and he nodded then sipped some milk. "Yeah, I have to go to work tomorrow. It might be a busy day, it might be a slow day. Usually they are slow days though. But...even though all I really do is get messy in there, it's still a really good paying job." He explained, and wondered why she was asking. "Why do you ask?" He asked her softly.

"You'll be fine with being alone here for a few hours?" He asked. Clint wasn't treating her like a child, he just was worried. After what happened when she slept the first time, he was afraid of leaving her alone. But he also didn't want to be the guy to watch her every move. He needed to trust her. She should be fine as long as she stayed here. No one would find her here and if anyone did decide to stop by, all she had to do was lock herself away in her room and answer to no one. "S-sorry if I seem nosy. I just don't want to be at work and then something bad happens to you..." He admitted finally.

Clint listened to her speak, she was worried about him too? That was surprising and sweet actually. No one ever really told him that they worried about him. He was sure they did but it was nice to actually hear it for once. Maddie wanted to peek into his future and he was both excited and worried. What would she see? Was he going to die? No, but maybe something bad would happen to him at work tomorrow. Maybe not. He coudn't be too sure. Slowly, he finished up his dinner and sipped his milk. He would let her, because he trusted her and he believed these things. "Okay Maddie, you can sneak a peek." He said, holding out his hand to her as if it were a palm reading.

Clint was quiet and remained still. He focused on his breathing and looked at her. He watched what she was doing with curiosity. If he knew anything about palm readers it was that you never spoke unless you were spoken to. And you always had to tell them the truth, you couldn't lie. If you lied, they'd know and it usually pissed them off. So Clint waited patiently. He wondered what she was seeing. Looking at her face, he noticed her eyes were different. She was zoned out. Really focusing on his future for tomorrow. It was impossible to tell if she was seeing something good or something bad. Her face was expressionless but that only made this whole thing even more exciting.