Sam looked confused, which in turn made Jo confused herself. He seemed to have a hard time registering just how at home he was in this house, that he could eat whatever and do whatever, and Jo really wished that would change with time. He was welcome here and they wanted to make him feel such.
The pancakes were almost done and yet again Jo had not mastered the whole throwing them up in the air thing. She hadn't even tried, in fact. She was taking them out of the pan and onto a plate when Sam asked again what he should get from the fridge. Jo looked his way, smiling. "Whatever you feel like drinking..." She stopped short of finishing her sentence due to noticing how Sam dropped his gaze and looked away - a gesture of submission she was familiar with, being very clearly a canine thing. Jo left the pancakes on the counter and approached him, eyes wide. "Sam what's wrong?" She put a soft hand on his shoulder. "You can take anything you want, we've told you that. You're home, okay?"