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�That everything you say is right and everything she says is wrong,� Meredith dutifully repeated.
�Exactly,� Sam grinned. Donna rolled her eyes but managed to refrain from comment. �So, I was promised there would be food when I woke up, but I�m not smelling anything food-like,� Sam said, looking at Donna.
�Pizza�s on its way. There was nothing at the store that looked appetizing and I�m too tired to cook,� Donna said. �You need to go to the store more often, Sam.�
Meredith giggled, though it wasn�t clear at what. �Yeah, �cause I cook at home all the time,� Sam said, rolling his eyes. �You like pizza, right?� he asked Meredith.
�As long as it doesn�t have those little icky fish things that grandpa likes,� Meredith said, screwing up her nose.
�Anchovies,� Sam explained to Donna. Donna scrunched up her nose in agreement. �Don�t worry about the icky fish, Meredith,� Sam said, �Donna has pretty basic tastes in pizza. Cheese or veggie. What did you get tonight?�
�One large cheese and one large meat lovers in deference to your tastes in pizza,� Donna said.
�Again I thank you,� Sam said.
He started looking around the room, taking in all the changes. Instead of basic white mini blinds covering the windows there were now bright sunshine yellow curtains blocking out the last rays of sunlight. The hardwood floor was partially covered by a soft-looking rug shaped like a giant sunflower. There was a twin bed against the wall where his filing cabinets had been, a thick comforter that looked like someone had been splatter-painting on it covering the cotton sheets. There was a comfortable looking chair with a few stuffed animals and the Raggedy Anne doll CJ had given to him sitting it in and a bookcase was sitting in a corner with a few books and DVDs already in place. The dresser matched the bed and the bookcase, and was, he suspected, empty. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a large wooden chest that sat next to the door. The chest reminded him of his grandmother�s hope chest.
�You did a good job in here, Donna,� Sam commented.
�Thank you. I wanted to paint the walls, but I figured that you might want your office back one day�� Donna trailed off. �Anyway, I didn�t do all that much. I just made some phone calls and got the guys at work to pitch in.�