Fuck, man. Clarisse has been thinking about all the food she misses and wants to try again before they have to leave here, and she'd completely forgotten about chicken and waffles until just now. Her stomach clenches with want just looking at the picture on Abby's phone.

"Yeah, I have. It's good." She leans in closer for a better look, slumping against Abby's arm in a way that's supposed to be casual but ends up seeming just sort of pathetic, like a kid looking for comfort. She's bummed, okay.

"You take any other pictures?" Go on, show her.