[ yeah yeah, laugh all you want. sam shoots steve a look that seems to say as much, but it's all teasing. sam is cold, yes, but it's not really that bad. it probably has a lot to do with the horizon, the mind space that wanda's crafted here- it fits the image. this idyllic new york. ]

Oh, it's more than just some. And I'm... gonna regret it, aren't I? You'll put on those skates and end up some kind of Michelle Kwan. Actually- I take that back. You don't get to go skating.

[ sam fails in hold back the grin by the end, glancing over just in time to see as steve leans to the side, bumps his shoulder. he takes a long breath, eyes back out across the skating rink, making a big to-do about thinking. ]

My choice, huh? [ he takes another sip of his hot chocolate, considers for a few more moments. he notices the other bodies around, most likely ghost images more to fill a space than to be anyone in particular. sam doesn't plan on trying to inception wanda while they're here, but his eyes do fall on a few couples milling about, christmas date written all over them. it is...nice. warm, in a way that this hot chocolate doesn't quite break through. so sam breaks out into a grin and bumps his shoulder back to steve's. ] Alright, Brooklyn. How about that walk? Show me around your home town.