Despite her failings, Sam was serious about her ongoing effort to be a good friend. It was why she'd warned Zeran that she'd be unavailable (“I'mma fuck off to New York,”) for the better part of a week, and we she'd assured an apparently-unconvinced Amon that the most dangerous thing she'd do in New York would be being in New York, and why she'd decided to show the two that she really as was as safe as she'd said she'd be by sending them a short video. Since the video featured her sitting in Djedi's comfortable living room, with an unidentified Djedi on her arm in his surprisingly portable and comically top-heavy bird form, and reassurances from the both of them, she wasn't really surprised when, three weeks later, she was back in New York, holding the door to Djedi's restaurant open for the others. It was late---after hours, when the place would've been locked up---but she'd texted 'PLZ LET US IN I brought you more maple syrup' on the ride over from the hotel Zeran'd booked rooms at. As the Fixx said, one thing led to another.
“I'll let you handle your own introductions, cause I'm too tempted to open with 'guys, the bird, the bird, the guys.' Sorry.”
“I'll let you handle your own introductions, cause I'm too tempted to open with 'guys, the bird, the bird, the guys.' Sorry.”