04-29-2013, 06:50 PM
Keisha thinks that was just mean. Sam shrugs a shoulder, grinning to show there's no bad feelings. "I have a bunch of brothers and a baby sister, believe me, I've been subjected to and witnessed much, much worse. Sam," she says when its her turn to shake hands with first one, then the other. "My brother, Reese, is..." she pauses, looking around and then pointing out the man standing away from the crowd, watching the revelers, "there." From a distance it's difficult to see any family resemblance between the two. Reese's face is more angular, Sam's softer. And of course there is a height disparity, Sam is the shortest member of the family. Not that anyone besides Reese would know that, but they could likely guess.
"I just moved to Denver a couple of weeks ago." She fills up her plate with one or two spoonfuls or pieces of everything she doesn't immediately recognize. She still doesn't know which is the haggis, but it's probably made it onto her plate. Judging by Keisha's reaction she'll know it when she tastes sludge? But why would anyone serve something unpalatable to all these guests? Or is that sort of hazing common among the Fianna?
All questions Sam hopes to have answered one way or another before she leaves tonight.
"I just moved to Denver a couple of weeks ago." She fills up her plate with one or two spoonfuls or pieces of everything she doesn't immediately recognize. She still doesn't know which is the haggis, but it's probably made it onto her plate. Judging by Keisha's reaction she'll know it when she tastes sludge? But why would anyone serve something unpalatable to all these guests? Or is that sort of hazing common among the Fianna?
All questions Sam hopes to have answered one way or another before she leaves tonight.