"Could there be any finer music to liken orchestrate a z-zombie apocalypse than J-Johnny Cash?" she asked rhetorically, watching the opening credits play intently. Until Franklin began kissing her, making her scrunch up her face a bit and pull back smiling.
"Dog germs," she sighed dramatically, leaning her face over and wiping it playfully on Sam's shoulder, "Gotta spread the l-love!"