Clint smiled and shook his head and headed towards Jim across the floor. "I dunno about the future but throwing soda usually results in foamy explosions. Did they get rid of carbonation too?"

It's not a question of mockery, the tone is inquisitive and curious. Clint actually wants to know. The few things he cares about; weapons, food, the LA Dodgers, he wants to know about the fate of. The bigger picture stuff, politics, regimes, global warming, he's not so concerned about. They rise and fall, come and go, he's picked up the habit from Natasha to not get so involved or attached.

"I know they got rid of real meat and booze. And it sounds like generally anything fatty and delicious, yeah?"