Clarisse eyes up the chewed up end of the straw. Well. It's not like her tongue hasn't already been in Ellie's mouth, plus, you know, other places. She can handle some tooth marks on plastic. The look on her face suggests she's thinking it, even if she doesn't say anything out loud other than, "Sure."

She pulls the glass toward her and sucks down a good portion of what's left (what? Ellie offered). Shit, it's good. She missed Dr. Pepper, but she also missed ice cream. The oreos were a great choice, too.

"Man, this was good," she sighs, pushing the last bit of the shake back in Ellie's direction. She means it. The food, but also being here with Ellie. Ending up here, in this universe so much like her own but not her own, has been weird. Harder than she thought it would. But this? This was so worth it.