A small grin at a memory. "Remember when we went to Tahoe, Sam? Got snowed in for damn near a week." Fucked like rabbits. Ate like famine was knocking at the door. Put the three of them together? No telling what might happen. Hell-- the snow might actually melt faster.

Her fingers sneak up through the back of Gabriel's hair. "Havana's changed since we last saw it, but I damn well miss the people. The food." She sighs wistfully. "The dancing. The beach."

A loud 'bang' that sounds strangely like a bowling ball hitting the floor makes her jump. "Should we ask the others?" While Jess wouldn't mind being a fly in the room when and if Gadreel actually goes off on his Soulmates, she's not entirely gung-ho on being within a ten-mile radius for it.