Bit of both, really. Jamie just trusted Clint to come and go as he pleased, even if it meant he had to do a bit of extra cleaning up. Maybe he should hire someone. He was thoroughly embarrassed that Clint caught him trying to cook like a Muggle though. "Well, I'm trying, but I'm really not very good at it, I think," he held up his hands, each fingertip caked in dough, sugar, and cinnamon, "And it's a bloody mess. Magic makes this so much easier. This was an awful idea." But at least Clint was excited about cookies.