Clint & Natasha
Perfect was lofty, but by Clint's standards, not all that hard to meet. Any effort would have been perfect to him, it really would have. This wasn't the kind of thing that he normally got -- birthdays and movie outings fell by the wayside for the Avengers, particularly ones that had purposefully separated themselves from the pack for a while.
Even still, he could identify above and beyond when he saw it, and this was definitely it. Natasha had done her best, and it showed. And god, if he didn't appreciate it.
He grinned, that goofy and still somehow awed look that he got sometimes, and took the beer even as he tilted his head at just the right moment to get a peck on the lips instead of just near them. "For you? I'd say it's pretty open." He had a whole other side of his blanket for Bucky, if the guy wanted. "Hey," he said, "thanks. This is really great. Like, seriously."