Well. That made almost absolutely no sense at all. Sammy ate too much, but the right amount? Yeah, nothing was clicking in her brain. OH WELL. Why? DAMN IT. Sammy's plan had not gone according to her plan which had been the plan. The plan was that everything would go according to plan and that was not according to plan. "Some firstie looked at me weird when I was eating, then continued to imply that I ate a lot" she said grumpily. She wasn't implying that Nessie was mean, just a little bit judgmental of the person who had ended up showing her the kitchens, the greatest place in the whole school.