It feels normal- all of this, every little thing they do. It feels like two people away on a trip, even if they're still in Romania. It's no so bad here, especially with Natasha here. He could get used to this- though he knows he can't. It's just a small respite. Something that compelled her to come here for a short while, and he'll revel in that for as long as he can, before she has to go back.

He gives her a small smile, but he doesn't want to think about her going back just yet. She just got here. "I could be hungry, sure." And she has to keep her strength up, so he leaves her with the souvenirs and goes to the fridge to start pulling things out. "How're you feeling?"