"Well, exactly," he remarked. Okay, so, when push came to shove—if he really thought about it—pie would have probably been Clint's favorite bakegoods, but cupcakes were pretty alright as well. Still, he smiled at Bobbi. But then sighed, knowing he was going to have to get to the heart of the matter sooner or later. He took a sip of beer—liquid courage—and closed the distance to her and then set it down on the table.
"Can we talk?" He asked, setting the beer down. "I was gonna wait until after dinner, but I can tell your getting squirrel-y." Clint reached out and took Bobbi by the hand, removing her beer and setting it down in kind.