Well what other way of cooking was there? Clint thought it completely normal, if not a bit -- well. Domestic. Which was maybe a little weird, but only because the two of them had a pretty bad habit of ordering something that came directly to their doors, or from a drive through window.
So, home made cookies, that was something.
"What?" He said, daring to come closer despite the mess that Jamie was showing off. "It's supposed to be messy, it's cookies." He paused, looking around at the baking pans and the glob of dough, and then at the sugary mess on Jamie's hands again. "...I mean, it looks delicious."