Sam folded his arms and looked away from Vince, acting rather childishly for someone who had made their self seem so intellectual the day before. He was pulled out of his pouty mood when he heard Keith exclaim the quality of his food with a great amount of enthusiasm. Sam managed a big smile at the response to his cooking, his cheeks becoming slightly reddened from embarrassment. "Thanks!" he said cheerfully. "I sort of know my way around the kitchen."Â<br/><br/>Vince smiled a bit at the mention of a club that Keith mentioned. "Huh, that sounds pretty nice," he admitted. He was starting to really enjoy the thought of working as a stripper, which, in all honesty, wasn't very surprising. Sam merely scoffed at the idea. "I can't believe that you'd want to work at a place like THAT," he said, colliding his arms across his chest and looking away. "No one should have to degrade themselves so much for a few dollars." Vince shrugged.Â<br/><br/>Sam rolled his eyes, though not at all surprised at how little that he cared about morals. He then looked at Keith at the question of what he'd like to do, job wise. "Not quite sure," Sam admitted. "But I shouldn't have too much trouble finding a job. I'm a hard worker and I have a few talents up my sleeve. Besides, I'm great with my people skills and I'm a pretty good chef." "He's also VERY modest," Vince chimed in ironically, a smirk on his face. Sam merely shot him a look. "The point is, I should be fine finding a job."