"What's going on?" she echoes, setting the tray down with a jut of her hips as if to punctuate the fact that she thinks she's owed a little more explanation than a general 'what's going on' and when, exactly, did Sam find time to change? The bewilderment is clear on her face as she opens her mouth and closes it.
She's not speechless. Far from it. Right now she's choosing between a dozen streams of thought cascading through her mind. "You were following me with the coffees, is this some sort of trick, are Ed and Larry about to jump out from behind the curtains and try to use more of their bad jokes on me?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips to make it clear she wants a straight answer.
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Date: 2014-09-02 11:34 pm (UTC)She's not speechless. Far from it. Right now she's choosing between a dozen streams of thought cascading through her mind. "You were following me with the coffees, is this some sort of trick, are Ed and Larry about to jump out from behind the curtains and try to use more of their bad jokes on me?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips to make it clear she wants a straight answer.