[ She laughs a little, looks down at herself, and it clicks that she also doesn't remember the last time she let herself be just comfortable. Captain Trips, the walk, Vegas, Abraxas -- none of it lent itself well to any kind of self-care or relaxation, and even if they did, she's the kind of person whose chosen post-apocalypse clothing choices involved a prom dress and fur jacket. And perhaps Sam hasn't noticed, but the clothing available to women in Abraxas is not... super comfy. Lots of layers and things to lace up.
Thinking for a second, she tries to come up with the last time she felt in any way as comforted as Sam has made her, and within seconds, a box manifests on the table next to her. God, she'd totally forgotten... She picks it up and shows it to him. ]
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Thinking for a second, she tries to come up with the last time she felt in any way as comforted as Sam has made her, and within seconds, a box manifests on the table next to her. God, she'd totally forgotten... She picks it up and shows it to him. ]
Brownies?