The only way in which Jo would ever want Sam to change was in him becoming happy. Happier at least. All the rest she was becoming used to, fond of, and wouldn't dream of berating him for. She hadn't really been expecting an answer to her question, perhaps because it was one that required searching one's feelings for the answer and she knew Sam didn't do too well with those - if anybody did, really. At his answer Jo shrugged. "I just thought you might be anxious about your first full moon with us, but don't be. It's usually a lot of fun and you're completely free to do your own thing provided you don't wander off too far, you know, for safety." She smiled.
With all contingency plans Jo had come up with concerning Sam, the fact that he might not have a favorite food had not figured into any one of them. But Jo was nothing if not quick on her feet, and after a brief furrowing of her brow, she was away with another way to make Sam feel welcome and get more acquainted with himself rather than the person his pack had conditioned him to be. Which probably amounted to a very reduced version of the actual person, no more no less. "Well then you have to try everything at least once and then decide!" She exclaimed, leaving Sam's room and making for the stairs. "Not right now, I mean as time goes by." She didn't want to make him feel stupid or for him to think she thought he was, but Jo felt it safer to explain that one. "My favorite food? A plain old greasy huge bacon cheeeburger with a huge side of fries." Jo wasn't a complicated girl when it came to food. Meat was good, grease was good, and things with a lot of calories satisfied her quick metabolism just fine. "Come on, I'll make us both one!"