"Faith." He repeated her name back, giving her that same look. "It's a traditional meal plenty of cultures. All of which have been eating sushi for hundreds upon hundreds of years. You can't argue food that's survived a couple centuries." Were they really having a sushi debate? Ah, well. It was a better turn away from the depressing talk of the constant threats they had to deal with around here. "There are dozens of different ways to make it. You've got Bara, Chirashi, Nigiri, Okonomi, Temaki - there are a lot. That's not even the tip of the iceburg. You can't bash on something until you've tried it."
Sam lifted his shoulders into an awkward shrug. "Not gonna say I was a terribly big fan of it. You have any idea what it was like having to sit around and do nothing while all of that was going on?" He hated not being able to help. It just left Sam with nothing to do but panic, worry, panic, worry - rinse, wash, repeat.