"...Kinda." Clint's teeth were a little sore from where she'd headbutted him in fact, but he wasn't going to admit to that, at least not too much. "Hey, nothing to worry about, really." He'd been through worse with people lately.
"Yeah, oatmeal DOES stick with you too." He admitted. "It's the dreams I'm a little more worried about though. I mean if it was...well, what WAS it, if I can ask?"