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Sam is being musical.

Which is to say he's up on the roof of the farmhouse with a leaf at his lips playing a slow, pleasant tune. He does that a lot. It's a thing.

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DITCHED FOR CURRY! :(

Although, curry. :D!

"If you must."

"I must." Solemnly. "Be right back."

"Mmm, 'kay."

Sam returns after a few moments, attempting to balance plates on each hand.
"Curry." Gesturing with his head.

"Eee, thank you!" She lifts a plate out of his hands and floats it over to her.

"No problem."

Mmm, curry, curry, curry...

It's currytastic!

Also, hot. See: Sam fanning his mouth and drinking a lot of beer.

Hot, shmot. Okay, maybe someone's just been raised in Morocco. Thus, he gets a smirk.

She gets a slightly baleful look in response.

"'S hot."

"'s nice."

"Spicy." Sam protests.

"Some like it hot, you know."

"That's why vindaloos were created."

"Need some?"

"Vindaloo? No."

"Just checking."

"Important, that."

"Details, details, the world is run on itsy-bitsy details."

"Details overcomplicate things. Sometimes it's better to paint in broad strokes."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing wrong with simplicity, right?"

"No." She smiles, something soft and not as pure sex as her normal smiles. "Not in the slightest."

"Good." Cheerily.

"I just like complex, sometimes, too. But..." She says, taking another moutful of curry and swallowing, "I'm weeeeeeird."

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