Clint takes a drink of his and makes an appreciative noise. "Ooh."

"I told the guy working there he definitely had some new customers," Foggy agrees as he shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over the back of one of Matt's chairs.

"Cool." He pauses a beat, to take another drink, and then arches an eyebrow at Natasha over top of his cup. "I got a text from back home to give them a call when you got back. I'm gonna..." He nods toward the stairs, meaningfully. It's a pretty terrible lie, all things considered, but he figures it's good enough for Foggy, who's still a little starstruck by the Avengers, and he's the only one that it really needs to fool.