"Huh? No, I meant succeed or die by baked good explosion," Sam clarified, putting her guitar down on it's case, careful not to disturb Audrey's head. "I just meant if music doesn't work out I guess I'll end up working in my family's bakery. And dying from pastry overdose. Or boredom. Whichever comes first," Sam smirked and slipped her free arm behind Audrey, almost but not quite wrapping it around the other girl.