Man, it did get sad fast. Still, it's- kinda bittersweet, but still good. Even if she kinda wishes she had Clarisse's hand instead of her foot.

They can talk about serious stuff and have fun together.

Speaking of which, Ellie dumps the rest of her plate into the box haphazardly, only barely saving the sauce. She glances down at her shake when Clarisse indicates it, exhales audibly. She hates to waste food and she can't exactly take this with her, but she also can't finish it.

"You wanna help me finish this?" she offers, pushing the glass across the small table between them. Kind of a hey, sorry I made you sad.

Also the straw. She did chew on the straw.