Sam stared at Major. A full-on, cartoonish stare. For what must have been at least thirty seconds, after he figured out his 'Hrududu' thing.

So, so, so pretty.

Also apparently as dense as flour-less chocolate cake.

"Uh, yeah," she said, playing with a piece of hair. "Yeah, he summoned up a bunch of gallons of ice cream. A few weeks before you got here. There is, literally, nothing as gross as watching that guy eat."