"Hippo," Clint repeated, and stretched his arms out wide, like that was a good enough explanation for what a hippopotamus could possibly have been. "Y'know." But maybe he didn't, Clint didn't know. People were from weird places here sometimes.
He nodded a go-ahead at the man for offering to give Lucky his pizza bones -- the dog probably would have preferred pepperoni but literal beggars weren't allowed to be choosers.
"Magical pizza, huh? Yeah, I mean, it's pretty good." Clint figured maybe he ought to get some. Right after his coffee. "Anything else you were on the hunt for?"