If that was the way he wanted to make it un-weird, that was fine. Sam continued to copy his picks, although sometimes she took two when he took one or vice versa. Just to make it a little less freaky or whatever.

"I guess," she said. "Although normally, hosts expect food to be eaten at the event. Fortunately for you, my Bubbe used to travel everywhere she went with a purse lined with saran wrap, just in case there was extra food someone needed to take care of. I come from a line of experts."

Sam had never actually met her grandmother, but the woman loomed large in all of Bob's stories. It was almost like knowing her. Almost.