Sam and Irma were in the back playing cards, waiting for orientation to finish. "Think there'll be any cute meals to eat?" Irma asks, adjusting the cards in her hand<br/><br/>Sam shrugged "Dunno, I just hope they're friendly." He smiled "Got any threes?"<br/><br/>Irma grinned "Go fish."<br/><br/>Sam groaned and drew from the deck.