There was a half-beat before she sat down in which Jo just looked at the papers spread messily over her dining table. The organization for the charity wouldn't do itself, and she still needed to pick a fund to donate to. On the other hand, it was late. She had been working all day, all week, all month. There was no harm in taking a break for the night- Jo had gotten a lot done already, and that was enough for now. She could finish in the morning. There was hot pizza on the coffee table and beer to be had, and work could wait for the two Saints.
So she bounded over to the couch and landed gracelessly, holding the six (five)-pack up triumphantly upon landing with a laugh. "I'm glad my stuff is good stuff. Some day, you'll have to teach me to drink Guinness without wanting to puke."