Clint glanced over at Hulk and arched a brow. He had no idea on how to respond to that detail so he just gave a slight nod. But he was in agreement with Hulk. Good company, good food, and an overall good day in spite of the threat of Moriarty.
Taking off another slice of chicken and downing it, he glanced over at the lean green fighting machine. "Least it isn't raining on you today buddy," he commented, grinning. He wiped his mouth a bit from the juice from the chicken and grinned.