Clint had no idea what an owl had to do with anything, but only shrugged, his mouth full of cheese and crust. "Kay," he said, dismissive of the idea as much as he was agreeing to it. Really, as soon as Jamie had his back turned, Clint figured he'd be up and out of there with the dogs and whatever else he could stuff into his pockets. He had zero intention of talking to anyones dad.