I like to think of them as OUR arrows

At Kate's cooing, Marshall honked and proceeded to nibble at her fingers before going back to burrowing in Matt's chest. Matt felt his heart squeeze a little as he ruffled the feathers in a gentle way. "So good to see you thriving, buddy," he whispered to the duck. "I hope you have lots of friends and water and that you get under Clint's skin every chance possible." His apartment wasn't the proper place for an animal like this, Matt knew that, but watching Matt doting over the animal cemented in the Bartons' mind that he would make a good choice for the kittens.

Clint snorted at his wife, pouring himself a soda as well after he handed Kate one. "If you went to the city, Fisk would run into hiding at the first chance of-"

"I'm sorry, did you make your own tea blend?" Matt interrupted, gesturing at the iced tea he'd just sipped. He took another sniff and sip. "I'm tasting locally dried peaches and cornflowers, with some jasmine and rooibos?"

Laura looked shocked, then delighted. "That's... exactly right. That's remarkable. I find the fruit and floral blend goes so well with the rooibos."

"Yeah, rooibos is one of my favorites, too. Have you tried it with dried raspberries?"

Clint sighed and looked at Kate. "We've lost them for at least the next half hour. Drying herbs and plants are her new hobby. Want to see what's changed in the rest of the house? You can also see the cats you're not leaving here without."