[After everything, after her talk with Markus, there's only one thing that she can think of: that she can see her friends and family again. Even just one of them. Her mom. Bellamy. Raven. Any of them. She doesn't think beyond the living, or who she knows to be living. Her life here feels as if it's set for a path away from them, and Clarke isn't certain that it's what she wants.
She blows out the candle, a smile spreading over her lips.]
Do you know of the success rate with these?
[Her question is a joke, but Clarke is so earnest that it might be hard to tell.]
[he picks out at the candle, tossing it on a plate and passing on another to clarke, so she can grab at any donut she would like to have.]
[he's already grabbing at a donut monstrosity with chocolate sprinkles on top of melted chocolate and a stroke of white chocolate and a strawberry plopped right in the mess of it all.]
So, you'll have to report back. [and he bites into it, sprinkles falling down onto his plate. he's got chocolate around his mouth but he doesn't mind as he chews.] Y'might ge' lu-cky.
[That is ... messy, Prompto. She laughs, and offers him a cloth napkin off the table so he can wipe his mouth before long. Yes, it's a pointed gesture, and yes, she's amused. Just the same, she takes a bit of donut for herself, but she's more delicate about it. The amount of sugar can be hard for her to consume, so she needs to be careful about it.]
[he takes the napkin, quickly wipes around his mouth and trying to be covert about the gesture as to not show that he is embarrassed because of how totally not subtle his being messy is.]
And if nothing comes of it? At least you got donuts out of it. These are to go, by the way! If we can't decimate it here. The girls will box it up for ya.
I'm not going to be able to decimate them. [Confident? No. Counting herself out? Not at all. Clarke knows that her appetite has never been one of someone who devours a lot of food. She's not used to having it in the first place.]
Though I could use something for the ... [She motions toward her mouth.] It's sticky.
[clothed napkin? --no, they already got those. but it takes him a moment to...]
Oh!
You mean a drink? [he's immediately sweeping his finger onto the tablet screen on the counter, looking through the options] They've got tea and some sort of nut-based milk [--don't laugh, godsdamn it] that might work out. [he looks up] I dunno what you're into?
[Proof that Clarke is an abnormal nineteen year old girl: she doesn't laugh at the nut joke. In fact, she's simply thoughtful about the whole thing, which is phenomenal. Even a little boring!]
Milk sounds good ... isn't that how they normally have baked goods? [A beat.] With the milk. Like, chocolate and milk? There were commercials with mustaches. We saw them on old files.
[Literally boring. Nut milk. It's not even cluelessness, she's just ... too pragmatic to think of the joke.]
[prompto is so sad at the missed opportunity, but he cannot fault clarke for it and instead just keeps on (because having to explain it would be kind of really embarrassing for him, right?).]
[he has to pause at the idea of clarke and her friends watching how things were on earth from old files.]
--yeah, just milk will do that to you.
[raising his hand, he orders a round of milk for the both of them. it does go best with baked goods, after all.]
Hey, you mind if I took a picture of today? With my actual camera.
Can I get the file when you're done? [It's weirdly straightforward. It's hard for Clarke to explain it, and she knows that trying to say why she has the photo will be a mood killer.
(Too bad she doesn't know that she was already a bit of a mood killer by not thinking dirty thoughts about nut jokes. So sad, so sad.)]
[prompto pulls out his camera from his backpack, bringing it up to try some test shots on the donuts and the place. he even manages to get some of the girls in a shot, smiling and excited (because physical cameras are so expensive and very rare--peace signs and wide smiles the order of the day.]
[Clarke opens her mouth to point something out about "cheese" and then catches herself. Not important. It may never be important. Instead, she smiles. Congrats, Prompto. You actually caught Clarke Griffin in a smile.
Though he probably also caught her, "Well, actually ..." face right before.
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She blows out the candle, a smile spreading over her lips.]
Do you know of the success rate with these?
[Her question is a joke, but Clarke is so earnest that it might be hard to tell.]
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[he picks out at the candle, tossing it on a plate and passing on another to clarke, so she can grab at any donut she would like to have.]
[he's already grabbing at a donut monstrosity with chocolate sprinkles on top of melted chocolate and a stroke of white chocolate and a strawberry plopped right in the mess of it all.]
So, you'll have to report back. [and he bites into it, sprinkles falling down onto his plate. he's got chocolate around his mouth but he doesn't mind as he chews.] Y'might ge' lu-cky.
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You're right. All I need to do is wait and see.
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And if nothing comes of it? At least you got donuts out of it. These are to go, by the way! If we can't decimate it here. The girls will box it up for ya.
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Though I could use something for the ... [She motions toward her mouth.] It's sticky.
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[clothed napkin? --no, they already got those. but it takes him a moment to...]
Oh!
You mean a drink? [he's immediately sweeping his finger onto the tablet screen on the counter, looking through the options] They've got tea and some sort of nut-based milk [--don't laugh, godsdamn it] that might work out. [he looks up] I dunno what you're into?
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Milk sounds good ... isn't that how they normally have baked goods? [A beat.] With the milk. Like, chocolate and milk? There were commercials with mustaches. We saw them on old files.
[Literally boring. Nut milk. It's not even cluelessness, she's just ... too pragmatic to think of the joke.]
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[he has to pause at the idea of clarke and her friends watching how things were on earth from old files.]
--yeah, just milk will do that to you.
[raising his hand, he orders a round of milk for the both of them. it does go best with baked goods, after all.]
Hey, you mind if I took a picture of today? With my actual camera.
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(Too bad she doesn't know that she was already a bit of a mood killer by not thinking dirty thoughts about nut jokes. So sad, so sad.)]
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[prompto pulls out his camera from his backpack, bringing it up to try some test shots on the donuts and the place. he even manages to get some of the girls in a shot, smiling and excited (because physical cameras are so expensive and very rare--peace signs and wide smiles the order of the day.]
[then, he turns to clarke] Say cheese!
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Though he probably also caught her, "Well, actually ..." face right before.
Because that was on its way.]