"You keep telling yourself that," Sam told her calmly, "but I still think that Boy Scouts versus Ninjas, Slayer or not, will always come out on top. That's the way of life. You play by the rules and you win. You sneak around? You don't get any cookies." Underwear to cookies. Interesting transition.
Sam scoffed. "Three? Three? I thought it only came in two colors!" He couldn't read through a wine list without taking on a look of massive confusion even if it killed him. Faith was going to have to take the reigns on that one when they actually went through with this thing. Or they could just close their eyes and pick. That was always an option. Stepping forward to walk again, Sam shot her a serious look. "I'm serious about all of that, you know. We'll do it sometime."