Clarisse laughs out her nose at the sight of Potato snapping her beak at the jerky, and Astrid standing nearby with her chin tilted, all squared up like she's waiting for a punch. It's kind of a fucking relief, actually. Both that Astrid isn't going to try and make her talk about her feelings and that she seems like she wants to fight, which has always been one of Clarisse's favorite things.

"Yeah," she says, "I could teach you. Melee weapons and wrestling are my specialties."

She shifts, digging her boots into the sand for purchase and watching Astrid, looking for an opening. To be clear, Clarisse's method of teaching things is very much the "throw your kid in the deep end and let them figure it out" kind.