Sam...has been losing, on purpose (If it's all in the wrist, well. Sam's wrists are strong. Music has made them so!). Though she swears she's seen the other girl's face before, and arches a brow at her, more than a bit curious.

"Do you really want a goldfish?" Not that it seems like Sam's had much luck herself. Still, that sort of thing could change in an instant.

"The game's fun, but I'm not sure I could take care of one if I actually won it...if you could give one a good home, I wouldn't mind giving mine up, if I manage to catch one?"