Ah, Major. Sam had sort of been avoiding him, since the half-naked incident at her place. But, of course, considering how little Sam ventured out and about or had anything to do with other people, her avoiding was pretty much just another Tuesday.

She gave him an uneasy smile, only just glancing up from her notes, before burying herself in them again. "Just a pity party," she muttered, drawing a big, thick X through one of the birthday cakes in the margins. "If you need any of this stuff, let me know."

Although Major didn't exactly strike her as a cook.