"Fuck you," she replied cheerfully.

At least that had that in common. Giving people shit? Definitely the superior way of dealing with most situations.

"There are latkes in the kitchen," she added. "I'm sure they're just about palatable as my vodka, but I can't take credit for the recipe. Picked it up from that Erik guy. Remember him? Always looked like he was sucking on a lemon, no matter what he said?"

Sam couldn't say that she missed him, exactly. But she was sorry he'd joined the ranks of the disappeared, as it were.