"Falling from cliffs doesn't seem extreme enough," Clint said thoughtfully, but let it drop because what a depressing subject this was. Certainly one he didn't want to be on while there were tacos, liquor and possibly dogs.
He grinned when Jamie laughed (because there was no person on this planet who didn't like positive feedback) and nudged him with his shoulder. "I'm kidding. This isn't taco bell. We should be fine. Probably." He didn't seem to worried when he snatched up a mystery taco to unwrap and went to town on it.
"Dude," he said, completely nonjudgemental, "My dog's diet is like fifty percent pizza. I think you're good."