Sam laughed easily, taking the seat across from Ginger. "It's alright, like I said, these things are monstrous, you need a stomach of steel to eat an entire muffin yourself," he said cutting it in half. He put half on his napkin and half on the plate, handing the plate over to Ginger.

"I'm doing alright," he shrugged, still smiling. "I've got some studying to do eventually with exams coming up," he sipped on his coffee. "What about you?"