"I fucking hope so," Sam insisted, skipping over the whole discussion about her views on graduation. "I'll starve to death if I don't because I don't really have much else to fall back on." Lifting her head, Sam freed a hand to fidget with, her fingers tracing the edge of her guitar's neck. "Nah, that's not true. I'd probably do the opposite, explode from baked goods. Yeah. Those seem like my most likely prospects."