"Parsnips are just beige carrots." Or, no, not exactly, but it's close enough for Sam to make that joke. Sam's grabbed one of the ciders and is taking a sip while trying not to move around too much. It was a lot easier to just let everything flow around him. "Reading esoteric occult texts. One brother, one half brother. And if Linda's the one who baked the cake, she had it coming."