[ maybe she is talking on a deeper level than physical, but sam isn't quite sure what to make of that. or if he really even understands it. but the way she says nah, it's yours does feel...comforting? in a way?

now it's sam's turn to...not snort, exactly, but huff out a kind of laugh. he holds up his glass to her when he replies - a kind of cheers. ] If anyone was going to be the first, it had to be you. None of us would be back if you didn't start it all off.

And it was a hell of a party, anyway. Their loss.

[ because sam did go, though not for long - he wouldn't have left julie hanging like that. he knows just how much she cares about her parties, how much effort she spends on it. ]