( that's an expected rejection to the idea of food, but still not one that's going to fly. clarke gets the bathroom door open with complete ease, because she's not sloppily hungover, and waits for rita to pass her. follows her as she totters to bed, already fumbling the items in her hand to rip open the package of saltines. )

Unless you want to risk throwing up again, you're gonna eat these crackers.

( she lets rita fumble herself into the bed before dragging one perfect starchy, salty square out of the casing and holding it directly in front of her pillow-bound face. )

Come on, at least five crackers and all of that water bottle, then I'll leave and you can sleep.