And Claire had heard enough about Octavia's general apathy with regards to food choices to figure offering a suggestion would help roll things along, without making it feel to anyone like she was just ordering for her.

The guy behind the counter took Claire's money and got started on the sandwiches. Claire looked around, and tried to find a safer topic of conversation. The party was right out -- she'd heard about Eleanor, and could guess that the rest of it didn't exactly go smoothly, either.

"So . . . watch anything fun on TV lately?"