"I know he was supposed to be fairly heavy when he died, and our population is relatively low, but we'd've run out way before I came along if an elvis contained any actual Elvis. It's a peanut butter and banana sandwich. The 'sweet' version has honey on it also, and the 'fat' version has bacon on it. Easy comfort food." Sam shrugged, relaxing back against her corner of the couch. "Still, I should see if the Pantry stocks that soy spread stuff, be on the safe side. 'Pretty low-maintenance' makes two of us; I like to think I'm good at rolling with whatever. That's probably the first thing you should know---that, or that I've honestly never vaporized anybody and don't intend to start up on that soon or in the far future."

It's a ridiculous point to revisit, but it's better to address concerns of organ theft and/or murder early on in a roommate relationship.

"I'm also a sagittarius and moderately superstitious. You might've guessed." There was the rabbit's foot hanging from a clip at her pants pocket and a horseshoe above the door; small things, sure, but enough to suggest. "I might've guessed you'd be, what, starting high school? Second year? Skipped some? Good for you!"