[ if she wanted, sam had rooms and closets full of every form of comfortable clothing imaginable. it doesn't even matter that she could change her own outfit on a whim. it the principle of the matter, if she wanted to head upstairs and put on sweats, she could.
still, when the box appears on the table next to her, sam's eyes go to it, curious. her offering has him smiling, one brow arched. ]
Brownies? [ and then he laugh, shrugging once and reaching for one. ] Why the hell not?
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still, when the box appears on the table next to her, sam's eyes go to it, curious. her offering has him smiling, one brow arched. ]
Brownies? [ and then he laugh, shrugging once and reaching for one. ] Why the hell not?