Clarisse nods—she doesn't think it's embarrassing that Gela is figuring out how to make friends after years of being on the move. Sounds like a valid reason if you ask her—and is in the middle of snorting over Gela's curl nearly sproinging into her teacup when she's suddenly reminded of the fact that Gela knows about her and Ellie. Or at least knew that they were hooking up, doing that ridiculous "we're just friends who sleep together!" thing. Said they should have rules, apparently.

The tips of her ears go red, but she soldiers on.

"Ellie's great with knives," she agrees. "You couldn't find a better teacher. Well, except for me."