He knows that some people are more formal and polite than others, but honestly it does still bother him when Credence calls him that. He knows it is a loosing battle but he says anyway, "You can just call me Sam. It doesn't have to be Mr. Wilson." But he says it because it's habit and while he's trying to get Credence to change, maybe he'll end up losing the battle instead and just give in. It might just be easier to let Credence call him what he's comfortable with, either way though Sam says it in the tone of voice that makes it clear he's okay with either. There's a laugh in his voice and a smile as always.

"But that's good to hear. I figured rest would be good for what happened to you...but I honestly can't say I know a lot about lightning strikes," he replied. Which, perhaps he should have given how often he was in the air. But it had just never really occurred to him and now here he was in need of that information.

Sam looked down at the box, "Oh this? Yeah, it is a game actually. I got it back when the inn was full of gifts." He picked it up off the floor, revealing the box to have a black and white boxed pattern. He ran his hand over the surface and smiled. He was honestly pretty pleased with this gift, "Actually...if I remember right this one was technically from you," he paused and looked back up at Credence, "You know how to play chess?"