Well hey. [a genuinely warm greeting, and he steps aside to let Kitty into his home. The space is small and rustic, decorated simply, with an open kitchen leading right into a small living room. A wooden stairway leads up to the loft, where a second-story space with a bed can be viewed from the right angle.

Simple, small. Just enough room for a man living by his lonesome. A picture made all the more complete by the bachelor's outfit Sam has on - a white T-shirt and pajama pants. Probably he should have changed for company, but it's late and he's tired, and he doubts Kitty will judge him.]

Like the jacket. [commented over his shoulder as he turns the stove off, transferring the brimming pot of creole goodness to a cooler burner.] You're welcome to take a seat at the table, 'less you want to start cuttin' that bread up. Thanks for bringin' it.

Can I get you a beer?