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"Sounds like fun. Do I get to watch *you* cook?"

"It might not be all that amusing, except when I have to smack your hand away because it's not ready yet," she smirks.

While they spoke Vivienne's reject section of her plate increased. "Do you not enjoy cooking, Samantha?"

"I don't mind it so much. I don't go as mad for it as my mum does, but I can manage."

"And her mum does go kind of crazy with it. Not that I minded." She glanced at Vivienne's plate, "We're not putting you off your food are we?"

"Oh, no, simply a side effect." She took a sip of her water.

"She's trying nearly everything, I think."

"Hey, I'm all for experimenting," she teases, taking a sip of her own drink.

"I do try to keep up appearances and I am curious about the variety of items here." She smiled.

Tereza laughs, "If I didn't know you better, I'd almost say you were engaging in innuendo."

"Ah, if only there were someone to make blush other than me," she chuckles.

"To my knowledge, I do not blush." as she digs into an obscenely cheese cover something on her plate, blushing.

"We could test that theory." She grins, canines just a bit sharper.

"I do not think that would be wise in public." She poked at a crab rangoon on her plate, still blushing.

"Ah, so later then." She smirks.

"In private then," Tereza teases.

After everyone had had their fill, which took a while for Tereza much to the server's consternation, Tereza calls for another car to take them back to the university. As they wait for the car, she glances at Sam and thinks, You okay with asking her to sleep over? Nothing hot and heavy necessarily.

"I'm fine with it," she sends with a look and a smile to Tereza.

K. I'll bring it up when we get back. "I think that's the car," she says, motioning to a ride share pulling up to the curb.