Sam's expression shifted to one of glad relief as Lea answered the door, though momentary alarm flickered across her face as Hiro eeled by. Why was apparent---her immediate reaction to the teen's sudden nearness was to clamp her thumbs over the lid to protect the potatoes (or at least their sweet topping) from theiving fingers. Seeing that Hiro's attention was actually elsewhere, she relaxed and turned her attention back to their host.

"Making this takes twice as many marshmallows as the recipe really calls for, since so many go missing when I put the potatoes together. Same story with other ingredients, so now my default is 'play defense.' Thanks for having us ov---Hiro, your shoes!" Toeing her own shoes off, Sam again looked to Lea. "So like I was saying, thanks for having us over, and merry Christmas to you, too. It smells amazing in here and everything looks great. You've been busy!"