["Came out alright" might be a bit of an overstatement, given all that happened on their side of those caves, but... well, they're alive. For seven years, that has counted for something in her book. No reason to stop counting it now.]

A feast? [She repeats, about three steps away from being genuinely incredulous. If Clayton didn't have a personality that naturally seemed to put her at ease, she would call the idea absurd; being frugal with resources, rationing things carefully has been ingrained in her so deeply it may as well be second nature. As things are, however, she answers more lightly, halfway in jest.] I thought you wished to minimize contact with the school as much as possible. We may have to return tomorrow should we engorge ourselves tonight.

[Your efforts at deflection are valiant, Clayton.]