"Oh, don't worry. I have my ways." She smirked slightly, before he had to attend to dinner, which Mia honestly might have forgotten about had it not smelled so nice in the kitchen.
Her face brightened at the sight of a salad that surpassed lettuce and croutons. Mia was a salad girl (big shocker there). She followed him to the dining room, settling herself into one of the chairs. "This looks great, Sam." She was waiting for him to sit before she tried anything.