Clarissa simply assumes that everyone loves sunlight. Comes with the territory she inherited, I suppose.
Clarissa accepts the offered form, reads it over tapping her chin thoughtfully, snaps her fingers and attempts to hand the filled out form back to Ilpholin.
She's also signed the bottom of the form 'cause that's what every form has to have somewhere on it, right?
Clarissa then draws two cans of root beer out of the picnic basket and gingerly offers one to Ilphy.