"Those don't even sound like real words," Faith retorted, even if her grin was playful. It was a dumb debate, utterly pointless and lighter than anything else that had been going on lately. "And you know arsenic was used in make up for centuries and that's not exactly good for a girl so the length of time something's been done is hardly the only endorsement. And I haven't eaten French food either, but I can still find snails and frogs legs too weird."
The grin faded slightly as she brought her hand up to twist a lock of her hair, a nervous distraction as she tried to think of how to talk about this. "I was pretty much left out of the plans after that, so I kinda know." But this wasn't the time or place for that bitterness that wasn't even directed at Sam. "It may have sucked as an idea, but it was a solid plan," she nodded slightly. "Even if it was Ruby's." There. The name out loud and hanging there in the air.