"Some'a the stuff she's been pullin' this year, I sometimes think a lump of coal'd be about what she deserves," Sam admitted with a snort. Not that he didn't love Joelle to bits, just like all the others, but sometimes she was considerably more of a trial than any of the rest managed.
He was just dipping a finger into the milk - and Paige better not say a word about it being unsanitary - to check its temperature when movement by the door caught his eye, and then a familiar voice and he turned to grin at Terry.
"Nothin' t'interrupt," he assured her cheerfully. "Just makin' some cocoa and hanging out a bit. You want me to add another mug's worth of milk?" He nodded to the pot, where the milk wasn't quite hot enough yet anyway. "Only take another couple minutes."