Abby laughs, breathy and warm, and lifts her head to eyeball Clarisse as she practically straightens her spine. She's so funny whenever Bella comes up inadvertently in conversation... she gets shiny. That's the only way Abby's weed-fuzzy brain can think to describe it right at this second. It's love. She's really happy for them.

"Yeah," she agrees, even though her experience with girls boils down to the grand total of: none, "It's– girls are..."

Thoughts... Abby isn't really sure what she's going for. She makes a vague shape in the air with both hands. "Soft."