Clint gave a shrug. "I know next to nothing about magic. Just trying to throw ideas out for you so you can have your time here alone in peace." He went back to watching him, still stunned that the Hulk had the dexterity and skill to use the tools like any other man. With Hulk working, Clint had pulled off his quiver and was going through his arrow inventory, making mental notes of what arrows he had left and what he'd need.
Hearing the Hulk followed by the popping, he glanced up and gave a shrug. "Chicken huh? What kind do you have? Fried, roasted?" he questioned, curious as to what kind of chicken the Hulk favored. He was getting hungry and if the chicken in question the Hulk had so graciously offered him wasn't to his taste, he had some jerky he could eat until he returned for actual food.