[She lets go of her fork and allows it to clatter onto the table before letting her hand drop, her gaze still downward.]
...I don't want any more.
[And then she's still for a moment, before, slowly, she gets onto her knees and crawls around the table towards Silver. As long as her boyfriend doesn't protest — and Clarissa sincerely hopes he doesn't — what happens next is that she climbs onto his lap, suddenly very close with her legs either side of him and her chest pressing to his as she wraps her arms around his neck.]
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...I don't want any more.
[And then she's still for a moment, before, slowly, she gets onto her knees and crawls around the table towards Silver. As long as her boyfriend doesn't protest — and Clarissa sincerely hopes he doesn't — what happens next is that she climbs onto his lap, suddenly very close with her legs either side of him and her chest pressing to his as she wraps her arms around his neck.]