[Seasonal Event] Boy Problems

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? She immediately lied and told him he had a nice voice, which made Sam shake his head. "I...d-don't. Not really. But thank you." The only good thing he had to say about his singing was that he didn't stammer during it, but his voice was still scratchy and thin. "They do...they do like singing. I-I don't know why." It appeared he had been right in his guess at her profession, at least. Sam had no idea what he would need her services for without expecting a baby; he had Isla for medical concerns. "I'm Samuel. W-wordsworth. Samuel Wordsworth." He cringed at stumbling through his own name but tried not to let it deter him (he usually did so well at interactions now, but the context of what he had been caught doing made him anxious). "What is your name?" Then it turned out she had heard his talking before. If he had the blood to blush, Sam would have been beet red. "Oh it's not...not important. I..um..you-you probably know R-Remi, so it might be um..awkward or..something, and we're not...really...anything."