"It's too bad-" Came the mumbled reply, "That you do not have your chocolate refrigerator here." Anne's eyes went wide and she swallowed. "Unless you do?"
A smile that could have been sad crossed her face. "I don't even know if Sam likes chocolate." She put the spoon down and leaned back against her pillows. The color was coming back into her cheeks and she brightened again. "It's good to be home, right?"