Yeah. There was nothing really to be nervous about because it was clint. If anyone was going to fuck up something here, it wasn't going to Katie or Scott. That was just sort of the way of things.
Case in point, Clint decided that after a few minutes of sitting awkwardly in the living room waiting, he ought to just join the party. Because, like. It was in the kitchen. And Kate couldn't possibly be having a secret conversation, right?