"Y'know, Matt, I'd be mad about a burn like that if you weren't about to eat my chili. You'll be eating those words, next, so save room." Fightin' words, but Clint says them with a grin. "And my cookware's just fine, thanks. Ancient carny magic, right up there with the clown carpool."

That last question gets a chuckle. "Tell you what, if it's not, it'll be a hell of a way to go."