It's exactly the kind of dumb shit Clarisse likes in a movie, and she's content to listen to Ellie's description while simultaneously planning which movie she's going to talk about (it's 300. it'll always be 300. gods, what a masterpiece), but then Ellie has to go and derail her thoughts by making that groaning noise again.

"Is it good?" She raises her eyebrows and tries not to look too smug, since it isn't like she had anything to do with the creation of this milkshake, actually. It's hard, though.