Clarisse has been playing along, doing a nonsensical rendition of you're getting warmer... nah, colder all the way up as Abby's guesses get more and more ridiculous. On Delaware, she pauses in cinching Blunder's saddle and affects a disappointed look. "Yeah, how'd you guess?"

Then she pokes her tongue out and says, "Give up, dork."

Once they take off, no matter how steady or slow she makes Blunder fly, it'll be hard to talk, and she won't be able to see Abby sitting behind her, so Clarisse takes a few extra seconds to grin at her before she hauls herself into the saddle. Abby looks happy even though she's about to do one of her least favorite things, so she must really like Clarisse. The realization is enough to make her ears go hot.

"Ready?" She offers Abby a hand up, even though she doesn't need it.