Carol / Clint
"Sometimes it's nice to get into a scuffle once in a while," Clint admitted because sure he was a little purpled and cut up in places but this wasn't even remotely bad in terms of his sorts of accidents and injuries. "Plus I got the money from it to buy stuff. And the cake. US dollars definitely weren't a thing there."
He lowered the ice for a bit because beer and then tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "I like bakery," he admitted. And he did like baking, though he hadn't done it in a long time. It was just depressing for a grown man to make a batch of cookies and eat them forlornly on the couch all by himself - and he didn't need more reasons to be sad. "If someone helps me set up a kitchen, I'd -- it might be cool, actually." He considered the rest for a moment, and then made a face. "I won't respect myself in the morning if I make fraps. We get some steady source of fruit though, and smoothies are on the menu."