The shift in Gela's mood is obvious, and Clarisse isn't sure what to do about it. For one thing, she's not sure what exactly brought it on—something she said, that much is clear, but what? Should she apologize?

She can't apologize. That's what this whole conversation has been about. She'd have a heart attack. She's looking a little sweaty about it already.

And then Gela seems to recover just as quickly, leaving Clarisse even more confused.

"That I don't have to take myself so seriously all the time, I guess." She takes a sip of her tea. "And how to, like... bake bread."