Good. I'd hate to have to worry. [She says, but it's a gentle tease more than anything else. Good luck with the not worrying if she comes to care about you as more than a passing acquaintance, though.]

And you're not allowed to be proud of what you've made? [She perks a brow at him.] What is this– [She gestures to one of the many things he's piled on the plate. There are many an unfamiliar things she's found in Cadens. Most, at least, haven't been terrible.

She glances toward the stage and grins, turning back to Sam.] True. I suppose it's a matter of preference.