WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE TO FEEL MY LOVE / sam

The solid truth, judging by the acid that Sam tasted in her mouth every time she caught sight of the jaguar, was that she often couldn't tell the difference. The talks that they had, Sam didn't trust like that. This might have been Goldie, of all people, but watching those two talk to each other in hushed voices had made the Doberman sick. But she wore that mask, one that proved that she was going to be okay with all of this Goldie. Because, in the end, she was some loser chasing at the tail of a Princess who had her own ambitions. Her own choices.

In other words, it wasn't for Sam to decide.

"I'm not going to burn myself." She responded hotly, her wings shuffling a bit as she pointedly made herself a bowl, one that left half of the pasta for Goldie, regardless of how big the dish was before she took her portion. Carefully holding the bowl in her mouth, she perused her way to the table, settling it down and sighing a tiny bit. "One candlelit dinner.. comin' right up." She muttered to herself, something off in her tone, as her paw lifted. A small flame ignited at her paw tips, catching the wicks of the candle's on fire. She lowered her paw, sitting down and waiting to be joined by her girlfriend.

"SPEECH"

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