Although she can't share completely in his joy and excitement, Claire can't help but feel herself growing more enthusiastic after seeing the way that Chris' face lights up, smile spreading from cheek to cheek. Claire doesn't think so little of herself that she expects everyone else to turn a weary cheek whenever she approaches, but in a world where so many seem to be annoyed by uppity, know-it-all teens (even other teens themselves), even the most practical of affection is never easily thrown away on her end.

Claire glances down at her bag with an almost surprised look, having forgotten that she'd brought it along at all. She shuffles over to the side of the hole and places it all down carefully, nudging it away with the tip of her foot. "Eh, as long as I'm in class on time and don't skip my clerical work in the late afternoon, I'm fine," she shrugged, grinning. "You're saving me from having to look at my calculus, basically."