"You're the one who knows bread, after all." Clint nods at that. "I've heard things. Good ones, mostly. "I don't know what's time consuming or not, but..." But it does seem like something productive, while people are stressed out anyway.
"I hate those nights." Clint says, frowning. "I know them a little. And really, this is...it's WEIRD but...we've done weird before. Call me crazy but...I'm pretty sure that we can fight this. We haven't had anything without SOME crazy logical eleventh hour loophole hit us yet?" As a team, at least.
And huh, the cursing unicorn makes Clint snicker. "Oh that's lovely. I feel like unicorns are probably secretly really angry. If people hunted me for my horn I'd be telling people to piss off too."