For a person who's never actually tried her hand in get-quick-rich schemes, Clarisse thinks about them an awful lot. Mostly they're food-related, and probably have more to do with missing flavors from home than wanting money, but oh well.
She doesn't know Katia, but the guilty look on her face is plain to see. Clarisse is surprised that Georg and Cato haven't said anything about it yet, or brought up the way she's mangling her sweet bun instead of eating it. Maybe she's just Like That?
Clarisse is opening her mouth to say something herself, are you going to eat that?, because if not she'll gladly take the food off Katia's hands, but then—
Astrid's voice comes in over the crystal: "Mermaid's tit." The signal to get started.
"On it," she answers, and looks at the rest of the group. "Let's go."
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For a person who's never actually tried her hand in get-quick-rich schemes, Clarisse thinks about them an awful lot. Mostly they're food-related, and probably have more to do with missing flavors from home than wanting money, but oh well.
She doesn't know Katia, but the guilty look on her face is plain to see. Clarisse is surprised that Georg and Cato haven't said anything about it yet, or brought up the way she's mangling her sweet bun instead of eating it. Maybe she's just Like That?
Clarisse is opening her mouth to say something herself, are you going to eat that?, because if not she'll gladly take the food off Katia's hands, but then—
Astrid's voice comes in over the crystal: "Mermaid's tit." The signal to get started.
"On it," she answers, and looks at the rest of the group. "Let's go."