Oh, fancy. (she's proud, actually. sounds like a good romantic dinner.) Marinating it in what?
(she's making no effort to follow her toward the kitchen, she's still looking around. snooping, at this point, and keeping one eye out for the elusive last jar of greek fire, if she's being entirely honest...
she's distracted completely by the polaroids, though. endless snaps of– friends? people that clarisse undoubtedly knew from back home, smiling and laughing. clarrise herself, younger, resplendent and triumphant in golden laurels. she can't read the little subtitles underneath any of the photos because she can't read– greek? what the fuck, nobody can read greek. abby, not for the first time, has to remind herself that clarisse is a demigod. for real.)
Who are these people? (she's pointing at the two who feature most across the collection of photos, careful not to actually touch their surfaces as she picks them out.)
no subject
(she's making no effort to follow her toward the kitchen, she's still looking around. snooping, at this point, and keeping one eye out for the elusive last jar of greek fire, if she's being entirely honest...
she's distracted completely by the polaroids, though. endless snaps of– friends? people that clarisse undoubtedly knew from back home, smiling and laughing. clarrise herself, younger, resplendent and triumphant in golden laurels. she can't read the little subtitles underneath any of the photos because she can't read– greek? what the fuck, nobody can read greek. abby, not for the first time, has to remind herself that clarisse is a demigod. for real.)
Who are these people? (she's pointing at the two who feature most across the collection of photos, careful not to actually touch their surfaces as she picks them out.)