#anywhere

"I met her at Beltane, briefly. I don't think she realizes I'm Sam."

That makes him twist a grin. "For the love of... of Lovecraft, don't tell her. I can't deal with her thinking I like -girls-."

"Hell no. No way." A deep breath. "Okay." Out to the other room!

He follows behind her - toting the long-forgotten lemonade.