Ellie eyes the way she hooks the bag, lifts her scarred eyebrow with a smile. Nods and ducks them into one of the candy aisles, finding a rack with different jewel-colored rock candies, and starts selecting the prettiest-looking ones to drop into the bag.

(Edible rocks, who knew.)

"I can't believe you broke your hand someplace where we have actual beds," she grumbles under her breath, which is the only time she's officially mentioned it since she first saw it.

She's not actually mad, but seeing Clarisse blush in public is top-tier.