Thanks. I like it a lot. Had a trailer back home I didn't mind, but this works for me too. And the woods 'round here are pretty - there's nothin' quite like wakin' up to birdsong.

[he sends Kitty something of a sly smirk at that, as one shapeshifter to another.

The food is doled out and set at the table, and Sam gets himself a drink as well, forgoing the beer for a small glass of whiskey. He makes an appreciative noise at the sight of the sliced bread, thanking her again, before going to sit at the little table.]

...So I can't decide if I should go about lickin' your hand before or after we eat. If you're really okay with me tryin' this out.