ooc: skyfall wasn't as terrible as it seemed. i just assumed that daniel craig could never top roger moore as bond.

Sam lies awake next to Nichole, trying to sleep. "Shit.." he says quietly to himself, turning over, trying to get comfortable. He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he smells something from the kitchen. He slowly gets out of bed, trying not to wake Nichole, and heads into the kitchen. Rose is there, cooking something. "Mom...what are you doing?" he says, scratching his head. "Making french toast, dear," she says, not taking her eyes off the pan. "But it's like...night time. Why are you cooking breakfast food?" he asks, and she only shrugs. "Never too late for french toast," she says, and flips the piece she's cooking. "...fair enough.." Sam says, and sits down at the table.

ooc: once my mom woke me up at like 2 in the morning because she was cooking french toast and set off the fire alarm. fun stuff.

ooc: i completely understand. but i'm a sucker for bond...that sounded gayer than i intended.

"Hey babe," Sam says, waving her over. "Hey there, missy!" Rose calls out, waving at her with the spatula. "I'm making french toast," she says, and motions to a plate stacked with more french toast than any three people should consume.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Sam says, digging into his own french toast. Rose comes and sits down next to them with a plate piled high with toast. "You said your friend got out of the hospital? Are we going to visit her?" she asks, tearing into her toast ravenously.

OOC: KALI-MAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

"Oh, whatever you say, dear," Rose says, forking another bite of french toast into her mouth. "That Erich is an odd one, isn't he? Lives on a boat or something like that?" she says, and Sam chuckles a little bit. "Well, mom, after we get married me and Nichole might live on the Duke with the rest of the hesses," he says, sipping his coke. "Come to think of it, yeah, they are on a boat. Couldn't they just come here? Or will it take too long? I have little to no knowledge of american geography."

"Well, I mean, almost everybody else we know lives there, so..." Sam says, trailing off. "I just thought it made sense," he says finally. "How many people could live on a boat?" Rose asks. "This whole Hess clan isn't a...cult or something, is it?" she says, sounding a bit concerned.

"Well, of course, I mean I'm not going to make you leave Detroit if you don't want to, but..." he thinks, and Rose gives him a look that says 'choose your words carefully'. "...I mean, don't you wanna get an actual house? Isn't the apartment a little...small?" he finally says.

"I'd like that. And I wouldn't want to live in a house like your parents. A house can only be so big before it's just...hubristic," he says. Rose looks relieved that her son didn't say anything to offend her future daughter in law.

Sam finishes his toast and wipes his mouth. "Has Castor been living next door this whole time? Wow, I've been out of it. Can we go see him? I haven't talked to him since..." he thinks..."The warmup tour for our album release." Rose smiles and looks at Nichole. "Castor? I remember him, he was quite the gentleman. I'd love to see him again!" she says.

"Castor, my man," Sam says, waving, then notices Virginia. "I don't think I've met you before, Miss," he says, walking over and holding out his hand. "I remember you!" Rose says, standing up to give Castor a huge, smothering mom-hug. "You stayed at my house a few months ago. You, however," she says, looking at Virginia, "I don't remember. But you're certainly cute, aren't you?" she says.

"Of course not! I'm a good Canadian woman, i'm supposed to be kind and giving!" she says, smiling. Sam laughs at his mom, loving that she likes the people he surrounds himself with...for the most part. "There's French toast if you guys are hungry," Sam says, gesturing towards the kitchen.

ooc: i have no clue. me? i don't half ass it. if i'm gonna hug somebody, i hug them hard. no bro-hug bullshit.