Fred smiled brightly; it was one of those things she could do. She could almost imagine Sam wincing; it wasn't that she knew Sam very well, but she knew his type. She had three just like him at home; little did she know she had one very much like him at home, the whole little bit of demon situation.
"Lunch? Well, we could go for lunch sometime. There's this pretty nifty little Chinese place. Unless you don't like Chinese. I know the City has so many good things to eat." She nodded, then sighed. "Well, we best be goin'. It was good seein' you, Norman. Don't work too hard, okay? And don't forget to give that to Wesley."
If he were brave or naughty enough and opened the note, it wouldn't say more than "Wesley, I stopped by. Are you still around? Fred." Fred might have actually been hurt had she known Mother thought her a tramp, or the little brainiac might have been afraid, considering this was Mother and how the "woman" reacted to tramps and others she didn't care for. Fred probably would have giggled, too; she was probably the most innocent female Mother would ever have the displeasure of meeting.
"Com'on, Sam. We better let Norman get back to lookin' after the things." Fred stepped back, grabbing Sam's elbow on the way. Just a little tug. "So, see, it's a fascinating phenomenon. You know what color things should be, but it's all black and white. I wonder if there's some sort of physics at work that demands this part of the City's reality be firmly based in the gray scale."
Fred wasn't letting go as she led Sam away, if he let her anyway.