"Probably a good idea," Samantha smiled at him. "I think I've managed to get a new-shoe blister on my heel and it's making my feet misbehave when I walk. I was trying to not make the blister worse, caught the leg of your stool and...boom. Instant beer bath." Her mouth twisted into a half-smirk. "I really do feel bad about that..and I'm definitely going to get your jeans cleaned for you, or wash them, or whatever."

She took a seat in the booth, sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "I'm going to shut up now."