Well, at least Sam could respect Leo for being upfront about the whole affair. Still pissed at him, though. However, his words sparked a thought and the tattoo artist made a thoughtful hum, tapping a finger against her bottom lip.

[color=SkyBlue]”You know, we never even asked Ash if she had a safe house to return to or anything.”[/color] She commented aloud, but then after a moment just shrugged. [color=SkyBlue]”Well, at least you know now you can stay here, [i]I guess[/i].”[/color] The last part had an overly dramatic lilt to Sam’s words, obviously teasing. However finally she just gestured downstairs.

[color=Skyblue]”Now come on, I worked up an appetite getting those fish and I’m fuckin’ hungry.”[/color] With the two following her – presumably at least – the blonde descended the stairs once more, though as her gaze flitted across the room a frown tugged the corners of her lips down. [color=Skyblue]”I told them not to move my plants,”[/color] the woman muttered under her breath, dragging her gaze around the room. Abigail – her budding cucumber plant – was no where to be seen. Finally she shrugged and just moved to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. It couldn’t have gone far.

[color=Skyblue]”Well hello Mr. And Ms. Cheerful. Making that gumbo? Because I am fucking starving.”[/color] Gesturing into the kitchen, Sam called over to Ash. [color=SkyBlue]"This is Brooklyn and Jorel by the way. Conrad's run off somewhere - I'm eating his portion if he's not back in time, I don't even care."[/color]