Sam appreciates Jet not calling attention to it. It’s a great thing, when he can tell a story like that without even thinking about it.

“Yeah, V and I tried to do it the other night, she put on something about a unicorn tamer, but it’s just not the same.” He’d ended up talking to her more than watching anything that’d been on the tv, which definitely wasn’t a bad thing, it was just… harder to zone out, anything made by the Capitol.

“That’s a good idea, man, I hadn’t thought of that. I can sing it myself-” and he does, a lot- “-but that’s a little different, you know?” Sam considers for a moment. “What d’you think the chances of anyone knowing Marvin Gaye are?”