Clint watched with some amount of curiosity when Jamie went rummaging, but supposed it wasn't too weird to have a magical trunk of stuff in his home, if that was the kind of place the guy was from. Clint had a closet that was fully dedicated to arrows, after all.
"That's creepy," he said, seriously. "Like, super fucked up, Also, sort of --uh. Ironic. A rat." He finished off the remaining half of his drink before eyeing up the pink candies warily. "What makes it magical?" He took them anyway, and like a man who had no idea that caution didn't actually belong in a strong breeze, popped one into his mouth.