"A dog?" Clarisse asks incredulously. "Have you ever seen a dog before?"

The cloud you're pointing to looks like a deformed blob at best. She can't see where you're getting a dog from. There isn't even anything close to a head.

Still, she tries to humor you. Clarisse can't help but let fondness into her tone; even when your comparisons are crazy.

You're adorable. She can admit it.

You're the only person she'd ever let take her cloud-watching. It's no secret that she has a soft spot for you.