Sam sighed, but his eyes were playful. "No, Joanie. It's a psychological experiment. Yes, a vacation," he confirmed, like it was a big surprise. "Whenever you want to go and can get the time off? Preferably not when a full moon is either." He'd hate to be on a beach somewhere, relaxing in a hammock, and then all of a sudden morph into a fucking tiger. "Isn't there somewhere you've always wanted to go? Like...to eat a twenty pound steak in Texas or something?"