She was more touchy-feely than Andi had ever been. In that way, it was like living with his friends back home. It was still odd, but he didn't mind it so much as he slowly got used to the purple arms very often squeezing around his sides.
"Every time we eat I think of that myth, you know the one where the girl eats the berries the devil gives her? And so she's got to stay in hell for the rest of her life?" He'd seen it on Xena once, which likely explained why he couldn't think of Persephone's name, but that wasn't the point. The story was still the same and Sam couldn't help but wonder if by accepting things from the Devil he was just further connecting himself to the man and in the worst way.
But even thinking that, it was eleven o'clock in the morning and Sam was still hungry. He has glad for the roof over his head and his car in the parking lot. He was making decisions he was going to have to live with. "Bacon and Eggs? Frosted Flakes?" he suggested. "I can make the Frosted Flakes."