Sam does notice the instrument - had noticed it when they first arrived. If anything, it had caught his attention in the best way. Sam is nothing if not a supporter of the odd man (or person, or draconae) out, someone who makes a decision to carry, or wear, or be something that isn't the status quo.

The comment about getting kicked out of the Sanctum has Sam barking a laugh - god, he loves this place. And that's not just because of how chaotic it is. Sam knows that this isn't a space for someone easily overwhelmed, but it actually relaxes him more than stresses him out. Nothing feels quite as at home as countless sets of hands showing up for food and giving their opinion afterward. The only difference is this time he doesn't have to fight Sarah for the best spot at the grill.

In the making has Sam, fairly dramatically, leaning his head back and setting a hand over his heart. Oh, how it wounds him. He recovers easily enough though. "You know- I think y'alls lobster is different than what we have back home. So I'll take that, still getting my bearings with the food around here." At the question about if it's from home, Sam doesn't hold back his grin. "Yup- straight from a little place I call home. Was my Mom's recipe, too. Or, at least, part of it."