Fred laughed again and held up the cup carrier, turning it for him to take the cup nearest.
"Yes, you were. But, don't worry; we weren't." She just continued to smile. He really was a lost little boy, wasn't he? "This is yours, have it. You'd be the second you I've met. Funny, I've met two Deans, now two Sams. I wonder if there's another me running around. Probably not, so far there haven't been any dual existences, or dual creations. Not sure how that should be worded, no anomalies of that nature. Actually, there is probably another me running around, just not here. I'm Fred. Fred Burkle."
She waited for that to sink in; at least, she recognized she could be a little odd to take, or at first, sometimes. "Drink it, it'll make you feel better. That, and I can stop holding it. These things really aren't very ergonomically designed."