Phil hadn't been expecting any of it. He should have been, just because it'd been too long since since Clint had gotten him. But he hadn't expected it.
The whoopee cushion was pretty inelegant, almost disappointing. The snakes? Startling, but oh well. And the glitter on the fan blades...
Well, that? That had a glitter-covered Phil going down to the bar, sitting next to Clint, and just looking at him.