Carol / Clint
"Well, it was at a really high bet. Apparently people gamble with stuff they still actually want." Clint didn't actually sound confused over that, even though he phrased it like he might be. "And I think losing would probably depend on how badly." That'd probably require more than a fistfight to get out of.
When he was pressing ice and a cloth over one eye he probably didn't look much like he ought to be taken seriously. "You mighta heard, if Nat told you. I can cook okay, sure. Maybe better than decent if I put the effort in. Why?"
It was best not to talk about the making of the cake any more than was necessary. But that didn't mean he didn't want a slice.