Abby lifts her hips to show off the wolf, and it's not like she's doing it on purpose or anything (why would she be?) but Clarisse is all of a sudden very aware of the fact that she knows what it feels like when Abby does that. With her hips. She's felt her do that before, on top of Clarisse.

Thank fuck Abby keeps talking because, instead of standing there in embarrassed silence, Clarisse can just reach over and chuck a pillow at her head. Shut up, don't mention the gloves. "Ugh. If I'd known you were going to give me a sick-ass shield I would have given you something a lot nicer."

Normally she would wait for Abby to throw the pillow back at her, and it would start some kind of mild scuffle, but instead Clarisse just bends over the side of the bed and starts pulling stuff out of the bag so she can figure out what to do with her gifts. Little catapult, music box... "Benedict got me hair stuff too," she says to the mattress. "Well. He already gave me a bunch of stuff, randomly, like a month ago. I guess this is for when that runs out."