Clint eyed the cookies for a second, had a very short mental debate about blood sugar levels, cavities versus delicious, delicious cookies. The cookies won out. He grabbed one, and took a bite. Oh yeah, right choice. So the right choice.
"It does look really snazzy, but you could always get Tony to you know fly up to those hard to reach, hard to decorate places and hang decorations from there." He teased, really the place did look really nice. Not quite what Clint would have done himself, but well ... he wouldn't have known how to even start tackling a decorating job of this magnitude.
He gave a shrug of his shoulders; "Tis the season. The holidays don't relax me." They made him want to punch his stupid brother in the face. He thought he'd have outgrown that desire by now, but apparently not.