For as much as Clara had tried not to watch the race, she couldn't help but keep an eye out for Dave during it. And honestly, watching him eat it...okay, it was funny and she's a terrible person for giggling slightly at it.

"Yeah." It more than sucks. It's infuriating that they apparently have the knowledge to be able to accurately dress people up in David's favorite shirts or how they got the cut on the wigs just right. But she doesn't want to rant about that in front of Clem. Sometimes the small wins need to be appreciated and this is one of those moments.

Clara lets out a small chuckle at that. "That it is. I still don't understand the sprinkle dogs from the last one." There's a tiny smirk on her face. "Though they didn't get the home fries right. Whoever was guestimating the measurements for that recipe was a little heavy on the seasoning." Okay, it's small talk, but it's nicer than raging at the Capitol for this entire affair like she wants to.