"Paper plates make the BEST napkins." Clint grinned, then nodded at everybody in turn. Most of them he'd at least heard about online, so he felt like he knew, well, stuff anyway. And the others were actual friends. For the moment, he perched on the edge of Tasha's bed.
"Could be worse for movie choices, you know." he confided, eyedarting. "Could be The Hurt Locker or something." He shook his head a little at that. Even so ,he was kind of relieved that they obviously couldn't watch the movie all the same in here.