Sam liked imperfections. It wasn't something he sought out or thought about, but he had found that it was much more fun to draw something unusual that something that was the same old same old. It was just the way he saw things.
"Nah, you don't have to do that." He grinned as they rounded the corner to his street, "Because then I'll just keep feeding you things you don't like. Nobody wants that." He didn't really have a fragile ego, at least when it came to cooking. Sam led her up the walkway to the front door and opened it for her.