It'd be pretty weird if he wasn't Clint-like, to be honest. Like. Really weird, actually.
Not that sometimes he wouldn't like to be a little bit less himself, but no everyone could be a winner, so far as he saw.
Still, he grinned and fell into step beside her, glancing out over the streets like maybe he'd spot the place before she did. "Omelets are great, but are they fancy?" he asked. Maybe with some kinda special... seasonings or something.