He'd be fine with moving it to the inn after the storm, but the hall probably would be better since it was used less. Much harder to hit someone with an errant dart if there just wasn't anyone around to hit. But it was clear he wasn't going to be the one using the board the most, so it could be her decision to make.

He didn't quite grin back at her, but Clint did give Moana a sort of half grin and a bit of a shrug at her determined decision making, since it really didn't make a difference to him one way or another. Maybe if it was in the inn there'd be a little darts league going soon. (Which he probably wouldn't be allowed to compete in. Damnit.) Handing her back the pig (with relief he didn't show), Clint nodded. "It'll be here when you're ready."