There was just something so adorably basic about Major. Sam couldn't quite put her finger on what it was--that would have required social skills which she desperately lacked. But it was there and it was endearing, as much as it was frustrating.

He reminded her of a golden retriever, for some reason.

"So they tell me," Sam replied, moving down the table to the other end of the still, to check the burner. "I mean, I was there, but I don't really remember it. Because. Ew."

Ew on so many, many levels.