[ She hadn't been here long before, but Relena feels some comfort wash over her walking up to the house. She'd meant to come here eventually - to see if Sam was here - and it seems like she picked a good day to do it. She'd heard through a few other people that Sam was holding a get together today and that food was suggested. She'd glad this world allows her to create things by thought and not her hands. The cook sometimes showed her how to make things, but for the most part she's clueless. It's another weakness she wants to overcome.
She carries a tray of smørrebrød in her hands. A good outdoor food, she thinks, and easy to pick up and eat. The look of the place is much more comfortable than any event she'd gone to with the rich people she'd been raised among. No awkwardness comes over her as she approaches and as Sam comes towards her. ]
Arrival
She carries a tray of smørrebrød in her hands. A good outdoor food, she thinks, and easy to pick up and eat. The look of the place is much more comfortable than any event she'd gone to with the rich people she'd been raised among. No awkwardness comes over her as she approaches and as Sam comes towards her. ]
Sam! It's good to see you.