Deryn and Sam
It wouldn't have been the entire day that was ruined by clumsiness on her part. Just the pies. And possibly her dress. And possibly Sam's clothes, too. It would have made for a more interesting start to the night, that's for sure. But Sam was more than happy to carry the pies, all expertly crafted and carefully packaged. He greeted everyone he knew from this world and the other, and let Deryn lead him around the party. It was a bit of a wonder to him that she knew these people better than he did--but then again, he was busy with work. He was running his own firm with Percy, that took time. Energy. Effort. He was putting in 14 and 16 hour days sometimes. Thank God he and Deryn were living together now--or else he might never see her any more. Besides what scarce meals he took at home and sleep, he didn't feel like he had all that much time to himself.
Sam was on the way back from collecting himself another beer when he heard Deryn talking to the ceiling. It wasn't all that uncommon for her to be talking without anyone there to listen. He was just concerned she was trying to talk to him, and he'd wandered off. So he quickened his pace back to her. "Hmm?"