It's weird hearing Abby say she can come take whatever she needs. It sounds friendly enough, but not in a genuine way, more like how you'd talk to a stranger you want to leave you alone. In a way it's worse than Abby being a bitch to her was, just because it's so hollow.

Well Abby's the one who came over here and started talking to her, so Clarisse isn't going to be the one to stand up and leave first. She spears a piece of egg with her fork and brings it to her mouth, staring down at the plate.

"Okay," she says. "I'll stay out of your way otherwise." Don't worry, she won't sneak in again and crawl half-under the bed. That was dumb.