He would have added putting lava at the bottom of the cliff but from Clint's tone, it was pretty clear he wanted to move on. So he'd keep that particular mental image to himself. It really was a depressing topic, anyway. He glanced sidelong at Clint when he felt that nudge, just barely managing not to grin or smile. "My delicate English digestion will suffer," he lamented though that was hardly true. He went out for Indian way too often.
As much as Jamie knew he shouldn't say anything, he couldn't help it, "You know garlic can kill actual dogs, right? It's like five times more poisonous than onions." And there was garlic in practically every pizza sauce. Clint had probably heard it before but, well, "Sorry, professional hazard - even with dogs. Doctors and healers smoke or drink like fishes and then judge everyone else." With that, he lifted his glass again and took a 'healthy' drink. Strange phrase, that.