"That sounds good to me! Especially the candy apple." So long as it wasn't the teeth-shattering type that one could get around Halloween back home. Sam would rather not, thanks.

"I probably ought to eat something remotely nutritious before I go straight for candy and shaved ice, though. Even if you can get it with fruit." The sweetened milk that comes with it, well. Less nutritious, Sam suspects.

"Do you want to do any wish-writing, or is that kid stuff?" Don't ask her, she doesn't really know. Too busy studying or too new to realize what it was all about the last time it came around. But at her companion's final statement, Sam can't help but laugh. It's not mean, though, and she pumps her fist at the enthusiasm.

"Hell yeah, say it like you mean it! I'm Sam, by the way. I think I've seen you around before, but I can't remember where."