"Yeah, I've got a dog." Andy's usually pretty good when Dad's on the phone, but he's still a dog, and still wants attention. It's not the first time he's barked when Clint's been talking, and Clint continues to scratch him behind the ears to keep him happy. It's a fair trade, after all. "Andy. He's a pretty good guy."

One thing Clint's amazing at is directions - he's never been lost when he's had a map or a list telling him where to go. Laura's initial question gets a quick "yeah," and then he listens to the rest of it, storing it on a little notepad in his head. Now he'd always know which place was hers, even if he never saw her again. "Okay, I can get there easily. I'm gonna need you to move any stuff you've got around it or under it so I can reach it. If there's heavy furniture I can help you move it when I get there."

He doesn't realize he's agreed to dinner - to be fair, it's not even lunchtime yet. But their conversation is just ambiguous enough that while he knows he's said yes to maybe hanging out with her, dinner isn't necessarily a part of that. That'll be an interesting talk.