"I do like yoga," Sam said, absentmindedly, not really focusing on the conversation. "I'm not sure I'd say I have a primal need for it, though." He finished his examination of the stove and straightened up, narrowly missing hitting his head on the side of a cabinet. Stepping more carefully back around the stove, he pushed it back into place against the wall and looked at it, hands on his hips. "I'm going to need to get a few things for this before I can fix it. I'll come back tomorrow."
He wiped his hands on his jeans and moved to sit in one of the chairs at the table, straddling it backwards, and folding his arms against the back of it. "I'll come when I can, as long as having a police officer there isn't going to harsh anyone's buzz."
A pause, and then, "Did you mean it when you said you might stop, Cas?"