Cassidy & Sam
Sam really wasn't like most folks at all; eldest daughter born to a father who really wanted a son. Raised to love football (well only the Bears), working on cars at her old man's garage, but also loved and accepted for who she was...and who he in turn loved too. Being a super wasn't even that big of a deal, since her powers had led to Sam actually doing well running and owning a bar all her own. Most of her life had been, well not carefree...but certainly far from the mess that seemed to plague a lot of others. "No worries, pup. I'll be sure to give your nose a light swap with the paper if I catch you trying to hump my couch."
Fun was a must as far as the blonde was concerned. Too much seriousness was no good at all; and being locked away here...being forced to train to become some sort of super agent, well that just wasn't fun by any measure. Still flirting with her cute handler, spending some leisure time with Tansy as well, it had helped Samantha stay sane. That smile of hers grew at Cassidy's words and when he joined her at the table she chuckled again. Oh the notion to turn that new bottle of water into more jungle juice was there, but when she asked what she was in for the eldest Wayland sister frowned for a moment. "Got caught by the IRS..." With a sigh she shook her head before turning her attention to the plate of goodness.