"They are real words," Sam countered, reaching for his soda again, "they're from different places all over the world, you can't expect for them to sound English." Sam smirked against his straw, pushing his now empty glass to the side. "Snails and frog legs are weird. But they consider it a delicacy. Who are we to argue?" Not that Sam would ever indulge in such a thing. Without being paid. Or blackmailed. Or on the verge of death. Something along those lines. There was a very, very fine line between sushi and all that.
Sam tensed at the mention of Ruby. He couldn't help it. It was a bad habit. "Oh." Clearing his throat, Sam looked down and picked at his napkin. It was going to likely end up shredded before they got their hands on their food. "Yeah, that was...pretty weird, wasn't it? I mean, what with her helping and all." He looked up, eyes cautious. "What do you think she's up to?"