"There's nothing to do at home," Sam said, a hint of a whine in her voice. She hated the winter, and the cold, because she loved to be outside and moving around, and it all got so much harder when you had to wade through snow and slip around on ice.
"You say you didn't insult me, and then you go and do it again. Ass." She tossed her hair and turned away dramatically, acting as if she was going to stomp off in a huff, but only taking a few steps to lay a hand on her bike and turn back to him. "Food! You know the way to distract me, Rem."