She doesn't laugh at that joke either, and Hawkeye is just about ready to give up. Not even a smile or a snigger, that's what he's working with here. He'd take it personally, only he knows it can't possibly be his fault. There have been times before in post op where he's wondered if he should try and take a different approach, but it's like cutting against the grain.

For better or worse, this is who he is and he's still a damn fine doctor even so. Maybe because of. Jury's still out on that one.

Hawkeye frowns, knowing for a fact that this hospital has some kind of fixation on green jello. It's all she's going to find, which is understandably frustrating. Green is just about his least favourite colour, too, though he guesses their reasoning is different.

"It's like St Patrick's Day all year 'round in this place," he tells her, shaking his head. "Close your eyes and it'll all taste about the same, anyway."