Once Chanel's certain a stray move won't render her study station a flood, she nods in thanks, and doesn't protest at all. It's a good reminder, anyway. She has been at this a while, and cheese has so much sodium. She takes a dutiful sip out of the straw and retracts to see that Ramona's still going. Still going for an impressively long time, actually. She picks up her cup and tries to catch up, but cannot approach her roommate's speed.

Her eyebrow raises in some concern, but also some pride. She knows this look. She's had this look. When she quips, it's with empathy. Promise.

"Dry brain, darling?"