Okay, some people just take snacks very seriously, Buffy thought when she saw Sam go pale at the mention of foodly-type items. Maybe he thought it was wrong to prioritize like that, but Buffy knew she didn't work well on an empty stomach. With jobs like she, and they apparently, had - you couldn't afford to not eat every time something bad was going on.
You'd starve to death.
Buffy smiled at Bobby's reaction, which she felt was a bit warmer than before. Sam took charge, walking to the kitchen so she followed. When he finally started to speak, it was nothing motivational. "Are you always so..." what was the word? "Bleak?" she finished with a questioning stare.
Hands flashed upwards in an instant. "Don't get me wrong - 'cause I believe in the seriousness of all of this. But you seem defeated already. " She nodded. "And again, I'm getting that. You'be been in this fight longer. And considering what happened..." She trailed off, not sure how to finish that thought in any way that wouldn't piss him off. "Uh, I just - it's understandable." Okay, she wasn't going to lose her point. "But, think of me as a good luck charm. I know I don't look like much of a fighter, but I am. I'm useful. And I usually win."
Buffy flashed a confident smile at Sam, and then turned around, opening one of the cupboards and sticking her hand upwards to feel for what might be in there. And dear God, don't let it be furry.