04-28-2013, 05:54 PM
Sam is studying the tables, trying to figure out where to start, when a male voice calls out a warning to her. Brows lifting in surprise, she turns her head toward Calden.
"Why, what's wrong with the haggis?" she calls back. Sarah comes over, but her tone, that wink, and the comparison to hot dogs do little to satisfy Sam's curiosity before she's off to make her rounds. Using her plate to wave Calden over, the corner of her mouth lifted in a crooked grin, Sam says, "C'mon, you can't say that and then at not at least tell me what I should be looking out for. I'm guessing something vaguely hot dog-like, but I don't really see anything hot dog-like over here." There are sausage shapes, of course, but that doesn't exactly narrow it down for her.
"Why, what's wrong with the haggis?" she calls back. Sarah comes over, but her tone, that wink, and the comparison to hot dogs do little to satisfy Sam's curiosity before she's off to make her rounds. Using her plate to wave Calden over, the corner of her mouth lifted in a crooked grin, Sam says, "C'mon, you can't say that and then at not at least tell me what I should be looking out for. I'm guessing something vaguely hot dog-like, but I don't really see anything hot dog-like over here." There are sausage shapes, of course, but that doesn't exactly narrow it down for her.