Samantha smiled when the two children went over to their father and their aunt poked a little fun at him. They really were a nice a little family and it was good to see how happy they were together. Walking back over to the register, she spoke, "Oh yeah, the kids do love it, if they stay long enough for me to play with them. But, most of the time their parents are in a rush so I don't get much interaction time with kids, you know?" She smiled slightly at the two children before she went to scanning the rest of the items and putting the in bags, and as she did, she looked up to Carrington when she mentioned the mural and how she could repaint it if Sam wanted. She looked over her shoulder at the mural, saying the words to herself that while had faded from the wall, was still imprinted into her mind as if they were still painted boldly over the once vibrant colors, "You may not always end up where you thought you were going, but you will always end up where you are meant to be." She said this out loud, still staring at it, "That's what it said."

That mural was very special to her. It was years old, from when she herself was a little girl. When her father had first opened up this shop it had been a lot of trial and error. It was his first business and her parents had to spend a lot of time and effort into making it something worth while. Her mother would work her own job during the day as a store clerk and her father would work on the shop. The first year or two there weren't many costumers and they had barely been able to keep it open, but the time that had been spent there was some of the best times in her life. She had been very close to her father and he had always done everything he could to make her feel happy and loved. And one of those things was painting that mural. Looking away from the mural now, it took her a moment to bring her normal smile back to her face, looking at the two, "N-no. I'd prefer to leave it like it is." 

Handing them the bags, she continued, "But the blackboard wall idea sounds pretty cool. The kids would really love that." She looked to the kids and laughed slightly when she heard the children speaking and walking around the counter she knelt down, "Then you guys could draw me lots of pretty pictures." Standing up straight she walked back behind the counter and then once the other toys they had were out of the way, took to scanning the two toys the children had picked out for themselves, before she handed them back to them, as well as handing them a couple of the very colorful lollipops from the counter, before looking back at the two adults, standing up straight, "So, those toys." She said, nodding to the lots of toys the two had, "What are they for? Surely they aren't presents for these two with them standing right here?"

"Oh! Daddy and Auntie get them for kids!" Finny said happily.

"Yeah, the ones who don't get toys for Christmas."

Sam blinked in surprise before smiling brightly, "Really? That's really great. I always donate toys to Toys for Tots myself. Its really great your teaching your kids to give like that as well." If more parents brought their kids to a toy store to get toys for kids in need during the Christmas Season, there would be a lot more good people in the world. 

Checking her watch, she saw it was very close to closing time and went to slip on her heels again, moving to the door with them, as she slipped her coat and scarf on. Opening the door she shivered as the cold air blew in, snow flakes mixed in, "Whoa, chilly." Stepping out into the snow, she waited until they were out of the shop before closing the door and locking it. Pausing, she looked over at them, "Hey, I was about to head down to the cafe for some hot chocolate. Do you guys want to come along? My treat." She heard the horn of their car, a very annoyed looking Reiner in the vehicle, "Um....if you want to that is. f not we can always go another time?"