Prom taught me about that, yeah. [Clarke smiles when she thinks of her friend. In some ways, she's glad that none of her closer friends have returned with no memory of her. But in others, she would love to get to know them all over again. Being without them is hurtful either way. It's a loss that can't be defined, at least not compared to the frequent death back home.]

But I'm pretty straightforward. I like plain or glazed. Any of the filled ones are too rich, and I can't finish more than a bite or two. [Just about the only thing that's rich that she can take down is alcohol, and that's helped along by a good amount of experience with moonshine.]

So, since you say that people get serious—that means I have to ask you. Right?