[Seasonal Event] Preparations

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? The woman leaned forward much more than he had expected. Samuel wondered if she meant to push up her breasts like that. Determinedly he kept his eyes on her face, not wanting to bring attention to her embarrassing mistake. "N-no. I'm not really the kind of person to throw parties." He explained. Did he really look that scrawny? Sam had always thought he had a kind of lean, good figure; it was one of the few things he'd thought were going alright for him. "I don't...eat. Which I guess is why I-I'm..scrawny. Like you said." Anyway, he had to come up with a good enough sounding reason for needing the food. He took a deep breath before he began the little speech he'd prepared. "Well. I have..maybe. A friend coming over for L-LongNight. And he does eat. So I need some food that will last. A-all week, and until then too. Please."