She set down the carrot and picked up what was either a cucumber, or a shriveled, green penis. She couldn't be entirely sure. "Why do you give two shits about whether I eat or not?"

It wasn't a snap or a bark or any of her other typical ways of asking. More, she was genuinely curious, genuinely unsure. He hadn't exactly shown any signs of even liking her, much less tolerating her, the first time they met. And Sam knew herself to know that she wasn't exactly endearing.

Hell, she'd just called herself the blue bitch because it was true. She was a total bitch.

So, really, Jude didn't make a lot of sense. And like any good scientist, Sam needed to know why.