8325/Provenance: A Cup of Tea

Provenance: A Cup of Tea
Date of Scene:	15 July 2019
Location:	Clint and Skye's residence, New York
Synopsis:	Clint and Skye bring home a present for May and spend some time reconnecting. (Little do they know what it was they bought! May does, though...)
Cast of Characters:	Quake, Hawkeye (Barton), Melinda May

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Quake has posed:
In the end, Clint got to carry the parcel containing the teapot, and Skye carried the food bags. NOT because he was less likely to drop the teapot, but because he was more likely to scavenge in the food bags before they got home. This way the most likely catastrophies were averted.

"So, where to you think we should put it? And how long before she notices, do you think?"

Food bags are plucked unceremoniously on the kitchen table while Skye goes and roots around for a fork. They had chopsticks in the bags, but those were still verbotin. At least for a couple more weeks. But soon!

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint follow's Skye inside, careful not to bang the bag on the doorway or while passing down the hall to the kitchen where he sets it on the island.

Clint makes a face as he considers it, "Set it next to the tea stuff?" he asks her. It seemed the obvious place. One where May would find it.

"Or if we want to go off the wall somewhere she's going to look when she's making us something."

Quake has posed:
Skye returns from rumaging with a fork, a set of chopsticks, and two beer from the fridge. Notably without plates. "I don't know. Unpack it and maybe it will tell us where it wants to go."

She's still not sure what possessed her to suggest deking into the little shop on a whim, but when she'd seen the little teapot, she'd known that was why. Not that Skye would admit to Fate or Karma or anything like that.

"You don't think we were had, do you? I mean it smacks of something she'll like, but is she going to tell us to take it back when she finds out what it cost?"

It was, by Clint and Skye standards, excessively expensive. In fact the pair had nearly walked out of the little store without it. The proprietor had knocked the price down and thrown in a knocking cat - which had sold Clint on the whole deal. In fact, Skye was fairly certain at that point Clint might have said yes to that price for just the cat, because 'Knocking Cat Skye!'. A thing she'd somehow managed to escape both Hong Kong and China without them bringing one back.. She had no argument against one they could pick up in their own back yard so to speak.

Speaking of, "Thought about where you're going to put the cat yet? And what are you going to name it?" The cat was still it, much on the lines of if you don't give it a name, it hasn't moved in with you yet. Only she knew this particular cat was staying. "And not the bedroom. We agreed."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Sure," Clint says opening up the bag and moving the box with the knocking cat to the island counter before retreiving the box with the kettle and setting it down next to it.

It's opened a few moments later to reveal a fairly simple brown clay tea pot, with flowers engraved on one side and writing in Chinese characters on the other.

"Definitely feels antique," Clint says running his fingers over it. "Just hope the writing is okay, for all I know it's saying a bunch of stuff May will kick our ass for," he says with a chuckle. "Or maybe it's just a warning not to fill the kettle after midnight."

Pic One:

Pic Two:

The little shop had a bit of a vibe like the one in Gremlins now that Clint thought about it, sadly no Mogwi though.

He steps back to look at the thing, trying to hear where it said it 'wanted' to go. "Maybe the veggie crisper as a joke, since May's the only one who goes in there most of the time?"

The bit about the cat gets a laugh, "Oh c'mon it's awesome and a knocking cat, who doesn't love a knocking cat?" he asks with a grin before adding "Does the ensuite bathroom count as our room?"

He's totally joking, his eyes going to the back window and then the front one as possible locations.

Quake has posed:
"Not fill the kettle after midnight? Huh?" Despite having a decent store of pop culture behind her, that one flies right on over Skye's head. "It looks nice for something that's old and plain."

They'd been reassured it was old, and authentic - whatever that meant. How unauthentic could old be? Then again, neither Skye nor Clint were antiquers and likely hadn't run across the myriad of aging technicques that could be used to dupe folks like themselves into paying big bucks for cheap modern crap. Still, she had a good feeling about the thing.

"It kinda looks like it wants to just sit there in the middle of the table." Of course that could just be the lazy speaking. That, and regardless of where they put it, May would have to find it. She likely wouldn't expect the couple ot have a decent teapot, let alone one just sitting there waiting to be found in the middle of the table they'd all shared so many meals around over the past year and a bit.

"What the heck is a veggie crisper anyway? Like is that even a real thing?" Yeah, they hadn't made it that far into Skye's education. "And hey, did I tell you, she's going to teach me how to make chili. I have to say it tasted not too bad to be honest. We stopped to have a chat with Bucky about Sebastian. And yes, the ensuite counts. I don't want knocking cat watching me pee." Too eerily like having the real thing hanging about.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Gremlins, movie from the 80's, guy buys a creature from a shop like the one we found this thing in, and gets told not to feed it after midnight," Clint explains the reference before nodding. "It does," he agrees.

To be honest Clint didn't really care how much it was worth, it looked cool, plus, when did they spend money on things that weren't food and bow stuff?

"Yeah, thinking the same thing," he says about the pot, he reaches over however and straightens it so it's perfectly in the centre of the table.

"There," he declares, glancing to Skye for her take.

"A thing you crisp veggies in, duh," Clint answers with a smirk. "And no clue, I think I heard it on TV one time." He actually knew what it was, where to find it and how to use it, but this was way more fun.

"Thinking either front or back window for the cat," he says smiling at the last bit. "And I hear cats do that."

Quake has posed:
"Gremlins.. Wait, aren't those the ones you're not supposed to get wet? Or feed after midnight. How did we get to teapot.. you know what, I probably don't want to know." She kisses Clint's cheek after he straightens the teapot, and offers him chopsticks and a beer. "Think the front door is where most people put it, if that helps."

It being hte knocking cat.

As for the crisper.. "I thought you just stuffed them in the fridge?" Them being veggies, and in Skye's case, you pretended the veggies didn't exist until they went bad.. wait, hey.. why'd she never think of stuffing them into that drawer? Then nobody would even remember they existed...

"Hey, why don't we put our veggies" - May's veggies, since she buys them - "Into that drawer on the bottom. You know, make more room for the good stuff."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Shh, just go with it," Clint says about the whole reference thing. "It works, trust me."

He smiles when she kisses his cheek, but reaches for her hand when she offers him chopsticks and a beer to lean in for a kiss from her lips as well.

Pulling back he takes sticks and beer both then plunks down. "Neighbours will probably hate it," he says cracking his beer and talking about the cat. "If we put it out front I mean."

"That /is/ the crisper," Clint laughs. "The drawer thing."

Quake has posed:
Skye just stares at Clint. "No way, you're shitting me."

And, because she doesn't believe him, she puts her beer and her fork down and heads back to the fridge to peer into that very drawer, where, as expected, some of May's last haul of veggies are. "Hey - someone put vegetables in here. Who... May."

Skye just laughs. "She is sneaky. Really tempted to put the teapot here, but not sure it's fair to the thing. Besides," she continues as she closes both crisper and fridge and heads back to the table, "Probably not good for the teapot if it really is old."

Now that she's back, Clint gets a proper kiss. "Cat thing can sit in a window. Your choice. Not the bedroom."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"No, seriously, that's what it is," Clint says grinning when it's revealed that there are even veggies in it.

"Definitely May," Clint nods. "I mean it wouldn't be Darcy, right?"

There's an agreeing noise to leaving the teapot out of the fridge as he shares that kiss.

"Island works," he says of where it should go. "Don't want to ruin it." As for the knocking cat, "Back window works, keep for our guests."

He starts digging into his food. "So, when do you think May will be over next?"

Quake has posed:
"Not sure Darcy eats vegetables either. Speaking of which, how come I'm everyone's favourite pet project when it comes to eating food and going out in the sunshine and shit. Surely I am not the only me in SHIELD."

Mind you, that would bear more weight if Skye had any true clue about what it was that made her 'her' in the eyes of everyone else and drew that whole need out in them. For spies, they had an awful lot of free time on their hands. That's all she was saying.

"Island? Not table?" Skkye shrugs. "Fair enough. Closer to the tea things anyway, I guess."

And because he's suggested it, she leaves it to him to do the honours.

"Back window is awesome. It can critique your lousy backyard shots when we practice back there." Her hands are frowned at. "Ugh. So tired of the restrictions."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Just lucky I guess?" Clint says before adding. "And I am not so sure about that, you're sort of one of a kind with your eating habits, amoung other things."

"It's SHIELD. Hours of boredome punctuated by moments of absolute terror," he says. "Of course we have time to harass you about your eating habits. Personally I'm sort of glad, it saves me from being bugged about my life choices."

He gives her a wink.

"Figured it's right there with the kitchen stuff," Clint says about the teapot before taking care of setting it just so.

"Heh," Clint says at the dig. "My shots are awesome," a nod around some chow mein is given about Skye's hands. "How much longer? Did they say?"

Quake has posed:
Skye swats at Clint, "Hey, I'm your life choice buddy. You better rethink that or I'm sleeping with the knocking cat tonight." Skye laughs. "And how is it you all have hours of boredom? I've been worked off my feet since.. fuck.. since before Hammerfall. Even my vacation to China ended up us on the trail of Karl. Like seriously. I don't get it."

One of ther paper bags with their food in is ripped open, and cartons pulled out. "And my eating habits are not that bad. Most of the things I eat no longer require a kettle."

Progress. Two years of progress.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Gasping in mock surprise Clint says, "You wouldn't!" then snorts a laugh. "Yeah, you're pretty alright as life choices go," he says teasing her and nudging her leg with his foot.

Before helping open up cartons however he flashes a quick sign of ~I love you~

As the cartons are opened, he nods, "This is true, and you make real ramen now, so I won't have to randomly drag you out to perogi places like I did that first night."

Quake has posed:
There's an answering smirk, and a flashed hand signal back. "Damn straight I'm fine as far as life choices go," she says with confidence she might not rightly feel. A fact that is supported by her tilting her head to one side and considering him. "I'm not sure other people would agree. I mean, we work, but not sure I'm really a good person to be with. You said it before, how many of us actually get to find someone in SHIELD. We're.. not really people who do those things."

It was true. She did make real ramen. Skye was actually quite proud of that, but the other drags a smile to her lips, fork paused over some tidbits of black bean chicken. "We never went back there. We should. Wonder if they'd remember us." Not that the pair had caused a scene. "And I don't know. Mostly the restrictions right now are precautionary. Jemma fine tuning things. May making a point of the fact I want to think twice before I go and do this again. I mean, on purpose. Not that this was really on purpose. Only.. kinda."

She may have gone in there intending on doing what she did, she just didn't expect it to get away from her like it had. "Oh, we met Bill Nye the Science guy. Yeah, he's all for unplugging you know who, and you are a lousy backyard shot. Mrs. Kranston down the street agrees with me."

Total lie, but Skye says it deadpan and with the air of authority and truth.l

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Now it's Clint's turn to tilt his head. "What do you mean, 'not sure you're a good person to be with'?" Clint asks. "What's so bad about being with you?" he asks her. "Though honestly sometimes I wonder why you're still with me, not like I am bringing a ton to the table.

The thought of the ramen and their trip makes him smile, "Oh come on, it was us, of course they remember us," Clint says. Good or bad, they did leave an impression wherever they went.

"Wait, the real Bill Nye or is that a new nickname for someone?" he asks somewhat hoping it was the first.

The last gets a roll of the eyes and a flash of fingers shapeed like horns laid sideways across his chest the other had flicking outwards as if from the bull's behind: ~Bullshit~, all of that given with a wide grin and another nudged ankle.

Quake has posed:
Skye looks truly perplexed back at Clint, "What do you mean you don't bring a ton to the table? Don't you remember when we first were going out? You're the one thought I was a fangirl. Didn't you say you had all these women wanting you?"

A container is peered at, and shoved closer to Clint. "Mixed green and orange things. Yours. And I don't know. I'm.. bossy and I work weird hours. I regularly forget other people exist while I'm working on a problem. Or end up trying to get myself killed to fix problems. I get into trouble all the time. People don't usually like that in a partner, let alone someone they spend the rest of their lives with."

She's say more, but he actually thinks she meant the real Bill Nye. Sort of. "No, not the real one. Isn't he dead? Dr. Hank Pym. Met him over the net one night. Seemed like a cool dude, only he was cranky as hell when we met him. Told May we needed to shut Sebastian down. That he was a ticking time bomb. Like totally said he could do it like flipping the switch on a kitchen light. Who does that anyway?"

His bullshit is met with a casual flick of ~Six arrows at dusk says I'm right~ Laughing, because she can't exactly do full draws yet. But damn it was fun teasing with him.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Sure, but I never said I wanted any of them," Clint says of those other women. "And being famous isn't exactly hard when Earth's Mightiest Heroes let you tag along," he says.

"Yep, mine," he confirms as he claims the container sampling from it with chopsticks. "And I figured all that stuff out pretty early in our relationship, and I'm still here. I like how we do things, you getting in your work mode, me with my well, okay, I don't really have a thing right now, but I'll figure one out. It works for us."

"I think he's alive? Damn. No clue how old the guy is. Seems like he's been the same age since the 90's like Patrick Stewart." Then the rest puts the pieces together. "Oh, Hank. Yeah, he's a bit high-strung. He's probably freaking about the Sentinel thing because he built Ultron, that evil robot that made Vis and almost destroyed the world."

He says it causually as only an Avenger or SHIELD-y can, as if world ending crisises are the day to day. "But damn, that's cold. So, I assume by shut down he doesn't mean like put him in sleep mode and store him until he can be fixed but..."

Clint drags a finger across his neck.

"Sure thing, want me to get you a nerf bow?" he grins back at her, because teasing was fun.

Quake has posed:
"You pro Bass fish?" Skye supplies helpfully. "And they wanted you. Even if you didn't want them. Besides, you so wanted them. You and your ego." She kicks his shin gently under the table. "I was the anomally."

The green and orange are happily relinquished, especially since he doesn't make her take any.

"You figured it out, huh? Still not sure why it never bothered you, but yeah, it works." He's given a soft and crooked smile. "You'll figure it out. What to do, I mean. You've spent all this time helping me, I feel guilty about it all. Part of the reason I wanted to do this next leg of the journey alone. Which, I have to complain, some leave of absence. I think I've done more work this last week when I'm not supposed to be on the clock and am on restricted use, than I did the past six months."

Okay, huge exageration there, and she'd be complaining if she weren't helping out, but it is kinda funny either way.

Skye nods, and nabs up the Shanghai noodles. Those were hers and hers alone, unless Clint wanted to risk a fork in the hand. (This was much less dangerous when she used chopsticks) "Yeah, I thought it was pretty cold too. He bitched that Sebastian killed Vision, but how can you say one of them is human enough to be that vindictive over, and the other is a toaste you unplug? I don't get it. Other than he feels guilty about what happened. Something about corrupted files. I have to dig further, but I was wiped after that session."

"Bet Bill Nye wouldn't suggest that," Skye complains under her breath. "And I'd still beat you with a nerf bow."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint laughs, "I do," he agrees to the Pro Bass Fishing. "Totally didn't want them, I mean it's nice that they like me but that stuff isn't real, they like the guy on the poster, not me. That's why I was glad you didn't know who I was when we got together."

He gives her a smile.

"It just doesn't," Clint says. "I know, lame expanation, but it's what I've got. And thanks, I hope I can figure it out, but don't worry about the time we spent dealing with Zola and all of that, you needed me and I was there, that's all that matters to me."

He snorts at her complaints, nodding to the rest. "Yeah, I'll see if I can talk to him about it, see if he'll cool down on the whole killing the guy thing."

Hearing the words under her breath he grins, "You wish."

Quake has posed:
"Still mortified about that. And yes, I do too know that word." Still, she laughs. "I'm kinda glad I didn't know who you were either. You were just some jerk from work making fun of me. Not sure I'd have bothered the way I did if I'd known. I mean, I'd have sassed you, but not sure you'd ever have outgrown the jerk label."

"Well, you're probably less likely to tell him to take a long run off a short pier than I am. He seemed to take things okay, though, for all that. Pretty much made it clear he wsan't getting what he wanted. Think we're all done the posturing bullshit, but I guess we'll find out. Oh, he's not on the green list for Sebastian. Restricted access with restricted accompany."

Skye grows thoughtful, "I guess I see part of his reasoning. Just not all of it. You'd think he'd want to figure out how to make him *better* not shut him down. It's like he's letting his guilt eat away the potential. Some of it seems like he's blaming Sebastian for his mistakes. I'm pretty sure that's not how you make things better, and yeah, he has no intention of fixing him. He might be saying that, but he has no plans to. Even if he hadn't screwed up Seb's reboot, he's punishing him for Vision's death."

"Not wish, know," she retorts, reaching over, and stabbing an orange bit from his carton. "Carrot, right?"

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint grins, "You do? Can you spell it though?" he teases as he ducks out of the way of the expected reprisal, laughing as he does. "Then I am doubly glad you didn't know, would suck to just be some jerk at work to you, rather than some jerk you live with."

"Probably," Clint says of taking a more diplomatic approach with Hank. "I think I know where his head is at, I mean he's a good guy, and what Ultron did haunts him, my bet is he's scared that his inaction with this Sebastion is going to lead to the same thing, and he's not going to be able to handle it. Can't really blame him it's a heavy weight, but that doesn't make it okay to kill Sebastion. That's not what an Avenger would do."

He snorts, "Dream on, Keyboard," he says. "And sure," he grins, as if there might be some doubt to what the 'orange thing' was.

Quake has posed:
"Low blow. You can't spell it either," Skye laughs back at him. "And yeah, would really have sucked. I'm really glad we got lost in the helicarrier together."

she takes a leap of faith it's a carrot. Carrots were the vaguely sweet things if she recalled. And this one had sauce. How bad could vaguely sweet and covered in sauce actually be? Not that she'd admit to a larger audience that she was having this though.

A tiny nibble of possibly carrot is taken.

"You should let May know you're willing to talk with him. I mean, I am too. Think he and I will be okay, but there should be someone who isn't me sorta making him feel supported on our side. Plus you're an Avenger and all. That's gotta make him feel more secure. We need him working with us, not actively against us. I can't do that for us. And Jessica is too close to the whole thing."

She punctuates these thoughts with her fork in the air, then absently takes another nibble of carrot. A nibble that might be large enough to qualify as a whole (albeit small) bite.

"And what do you mean dream on? You haven't seen my latest moves. Just lucky I can't use my powers right now or I'd give your mouth a run for our money."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"I can to spell. S-P-E-E-L-L." Clint says grinning with his chopsticks almost up to his mouth. "Me too," he says about getting lost. "And that I didn't make a move in that elevator. That would have been bad. If only because the video would give Fury blackmail on us both forever."

And that's likely all they would have gotten a quick bang and then shame, rather than what had developed otherwise.

"And sure, I'll let her know, see what I can do."

As for the shooting business, he snorts. "Hey, powers are cheating," he says kicking at her ankle again.

Melinda May has posed:
It's just about the time that Skye is taking a small bite of that morsel of carrot that the sound of water filling a container can be heard from the kitchen. A ceramic container. A small one. And then, only seconds later the sounds of water being poured into the sink and then the small ceramic container being filled a second time.

Quake has posed:
"Ha! Wrong. I-T. It. You lose Hotshot." Nodding about the elevator comment. "Would have been a very different sort of outcome. Pretty sure Fury would not have promoted me like he did. Not sure you can be demoted from agent in training, but he probably would have found a way."

Even if that was still back in her 'this or a 6X4' days. Just barely, though. She'd started seeing the light then.

"And how are powers cheating? You have how many special bows and arrows and /years/ of training behind you? Enh. Sorry. Not cheating."

Okay, she's not entirely sure it wouldn't be cheating either.

So engrossed are they in their discussion that Skye didn't hear May sneak in. Or come into the kitchen and start tea. She and Clint sitting just over there at the table. Mind you, they've been making goo-goo eyes at one another, so there is that excuse.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint chuckles before he gives a more solemn nod. "I hope we would have. Y'know for versions of us in other dimensions or whatever."

As for the demotions? "I dunno, Ice Station Johnson has a nice ring to it." Instead of Ice Station Barton.

"Right, years of training, so not powers, skill," he juts his jaw out as he teases her.

Clint on the other hand does hear the water running, he tenses a moment, before it clicks. "Hi May, were you summoned by Skye eating a veggie?" he calls into the kitchen.

Melinda May has posed:
"Something like that," May calls back to Clint, then emerges with the new little teapot balanced carefully on one hand protected by a stove hot pad and three shot glasses in the other.

They don't have the proper cups, so shot glasses will suffice. This time.

"I know you didn't bring this back from China, where did you get it?" She sets the shot glasses down to free her hands, then gently does the same with the teapot before setting out and filling the shot glasses. It's a pale golden oolong that she's brewed.

Quake has posed:
"I did not eat a veg--" There is no more half-carrot on her fork. Nor on the table. Or the floor. Or on top of her carton of noodles which can mean only one thing: she's eaten a piece of carrot of her own volition.

Clint gets a laugh. "Yeah, probably dumb us in another universe wondering where that hot chick went to.. And hey, I have had to train my powers and learn to use them skillfully. You have any idea how hard moving something like an arrow is? Let me tell you, a lot harder than bringing down a mountain. Well, maybe not a mountain, but an earthquake or an avalanche. Little things are *hard*. They require all this precision.."

When May joins them, she's informed, "Oh, this little shop we stopped into when getting lunch. Had one of those gut feelings. Clint got a lucky cat. Owner threw it in with the teapot." She smiles, looking shyly pleased. "Do you like it? We thought maybe you'd like proper things for tea when you're here."

Proper things which likely didn't extend to shot glasses, but given they *had* teacups, or at least mugs, there must be a reason for these cups and not the other.

"We still have the box? Might be something on it."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Sorry to break it to you Keyboard, you ate a veggie," Clint informs with a grin on his face.

"Feel bad for those versions of us," he said with a shake of his head for the mess all this could have become. "But we're competing at shooting not powers, totally different," he insists with a wink.

"Yeah, the box is on the island, should have all the details I think, you might be the only one of the three of us to be able to read them though, I think they were in Chinese."

May's comments get a nod as he takes the shot glass, "What sort of cups do we need?"

Melinda May has posed:
May pushes a cup to each of them as it's filled, looking like faintly steaming shots of amber liquor. "Same basic size as these, but usually ceramic." She sets the teapot back on the hot pad, then starts speaking in Chinese -- she's reading the words on the back of the teapot. After a few moments, she repeats the poem, translating it to English with only a few hesitations as she deliberates on the best way to phrase the concepts and words.

"Here, beside a clear deep lake,
You live accompanied by clouds;
Or soft through the pine the moon arrives
To be your own pure-hearted friend.
You rest under thatch in the shadow of your flowers,
Your dewy herbs flourish in their bed of moss.
Let me leave the world. Let me alight, like you,
On your western mountain with phoenixes and cranes."

She stares at the teapot for a moment, the takes up her shot glass. "To Skye eating a vegetable of her own volition and not dying."

Quake has posed:
"Mean," Skye pouts at May, but lifts her shotglass of oolong. "And that poem is kinda like you. Us, I mean.. Like.." Skye's words falter and she shrugs, looking slightly abashed at her failure to put words in motion. "Maybe that's why you like to fly. Just to be by yourself without any limits after helping all of us not see ours."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Beautiful, May," Clint says of the poem after giving it his attention. "Conjures up a nice image, at least to me." He looks between the two to see if they felt the same, suddenly feeling like he was back in Sister Marie's English class.

Skye's interpretation is so much better, and he doesn't speak to it, letting May respond, only to grin and lift his cup in the mocking toast.

Melinda May has posed:
May thinks about Skye's interpretation, and then nods. "I can see that." She sips at her tea, then goes to get the box the teapot came in to see what else she can find out about it.

From a quick glance, she's sure that it's an antique...

This doesn't stop her from teasing Skye a bit more about the vegetables. "Eat another carrot, Skye."

Quake has posed:
There's more to what Skye sees in the poem and in May but she's not exactly sure how to explain it, or if May would welcome her turning her uncanny ability to read people upon May herself. Instead she puts a put upon look on her face and takes a nice stabbingt forkful off vegetables from Clint's carton. "Sure. Make me."

The forkful suggests she might not be as reluctant as she makes out.

In the bottom of the box, atop the bottom layer of old craft paper used to wrap the teapot, is what May might recognize as a provenance slip. A thing that would most likely have been thrown out with the box if it were left up to Clint and Skye who clearly had no idea what they'd just bought, other than they were pretty sure it was expensive for a teapot and were fairly certain they may have paid too much, but it was worth it to see the look on May's face for having a proper teapot in the house. It only clinched the idea in Skye's mind that they would seek out proper cups for the thing, and perhaps a few other items that would make Chez Miscreant nicer for the woman who mothered them all.