Yeah, she's gonna pass on the 25 year old expired syrup, thanks. Clarisse makes a face and turns away from the fridges, kicking some dead leaves out of the way as she heads back toward Ellie. She holds out a hand for some peanuts.

"Right? Just like magic." She actually has no idea how a fridge works, so she really hopes Ellie doesn't care enough to ask. "And air conditioning? Shit. Don't get me started." Ditto AC. Or, like, any modern technological convenience.

Her heart's clearly not in the banter, though. She's uneasy.