Jo had woken up early today and, struck by inspiration that just would not be ignored, gone straight for the little studio space in her room - after wolfing down as much breakfast food as her mother allowed, that is. She had only resurfaced in the afternoon, starving, just in time for the first thunder to roar and echo around the house. Jo climbed down the stairs two in two, hair disheveled and paint all over herself.
"Whoaaaa hello stormy weather!" She said cheerfully, looking in the fridge for some eggs. "I'm gonna make some pancakes. It's a breakfast food all day kind of day." As she reached for the flour and bowls and whatever else Jo eyed Sam, who looked entranced by the rain hitting the kitchen window. Lightning struck and she noticed Sam tensing up. "You okay there Sammy?"