"You just gotta learn their language first," Clem says, because she's well-versed in Ebonhide Senior Boy. Even if she's not friends with all of them, she is close with them. It's kind of weird to her to think that she might not talk to some of them after she graduates.

Clem laughs, a low and throaty sound that she's always been a little self-conscious of. "Party goes where we go," she says. It's not like they're a world away from anyone else or anything, even if it can sometimes feel that way in the oppressive darkness of the woods (another thing she's familiar with, as an Ebonhide).