So the buzzer goes off for the end of the second period and people file out on either side of them (freakishly fast, Andy thinks, even that slow-as-molasses couple from earlier seem to have found some secret reserve of speed, for all the good it does her now) and then they're the only ones left in their row. "You hungry?" Sam asks, taking his arm off the back of her chair, stretching a little--and shoot, it's cold in here, she really doesn't remember it being so cold in here before. "You wanna get another beer?"

Actually, she sort of wants onion rings, and what she should really do is go find a snowbank to stick her face in until she's thinking like a rational human again--but when she opens her mouth to tell him one or possibly both of those things, what she hears herself say is, "Nope. I'm good. We can stay here."

"Oh yeah?" Sam raises his eyebrows like he does when he thinks she's full of shit, that little grin. "You good?"

"Yup."

Sam nods slowly, still grinning, and she just--she's not entirely sure what they're talking about, anymore. "Okay, McNally," he tells her finally, and a minute later his arm lands back behind her chair.