Sam grinned. "Youe're gonna have to pay me full time to keep the meals coming," Sam told her. "And I want extra for the holidays." He cut into his pancakes and took a bite, then leaned back in his chair and tried to not to stare at Heather too much as he chewed at his food. Swallowing, he leaned in toward the table again and said,
"So. Movies and junk food. That was the plan, right? Now you're gonna have to fill me in on what you like. I'm not exactly picky." He winced a little. "Unless it's a chick-flick. I can only handle but so many of those."