Carol / Clint
The place looked pretty great, and Clint was sure that had to do with the fact that he had been volunteered to go fetch things instead of helping with decoration. Fetching was way easier, he figured. Even if he'd had to look pretty damned hard and long for that penis cake. Hehe. Hard and long.
Anyway. He was an adult.
An adult who flopped down on the nearest stool available and rested his chin on the hardwood just for the emphasis on lazy he was trying to give. Not that he probably needed to. "What's the special?"