"I couldn't do that. Any amount of make-up is too much to me." And it drives Creeping Mendacity's publicist (such as they are, it's one of the other members who's taking journalism classes) nuts.

"Oooh, perfect resting bitch face, as they call it where I'm from? There's something to be said for that, honestly. It can scare annoyances off before they even get to you! But...there are the people that it doesn't work on."

Like you, Sam? Then again, she's thinking of someone else entirely. (Zeke. It's definitely Zeke.)

"Well, we have to get there, but it's right there, so there really is food to be eaten!"

As soon as they buy it, anyway. Or as soon as Sam buys it. Whichever. She's not worried about the details, besides eating, once it becomes pertinent.