If Sam needed any indication of how to go about the whole barefoot business all he needed to do was look down at Jo's own bare feet. Well, not enirely bare as she was wearing one of the many pairs of striped socks she owned, but there was no sign of her usual heavy boots anywhere. Home was not wherever you laid your hat but where you got a little rest from the oppression of footwear, if you asked her. The full moon thing, she understood, was a complicated subject. Of course August gave the guidelines, usually he was the one heading the organization of any activities, but they didn't really have to march to the sound of his own drum all night. "Yeah. Some of us play wolf tag, some just run the grounds, some just lay there..." She shrugged. "We keep together but we don't all do the same thing."
Jo nodded in understanding when he explained what he did. While not wanting to tell him to do anything, Jo couldn't help a hopeful if pleading look as she said, "Then come with me. I feel like running, just running. I know these woods like the back of my hand and still there's always new scents to follow. And it's always funny finding other pack members in the middle of a run when you had no idea they were going in your direction. Following their scents and surprising them is even funnier." Tag wasn't the same without Lotti and Kyle around, and not something Jo wanted to be around for. At the same time she didn't really want to be alone - not to mention the fact that she wanted to keep an eye on Sam and make sure he was okay. But participating in games when there were so many of them missing, God knew in what conditions, didn't sit well with her either. Tonight she wanted to reduce her humanity to the bare minimum and hopefully reduce the pain she felt along with it. "If you get tired or bored we can come back and take a nap instead." It was important to her to make it clear to Sam that he absolutely had a choice.
Arriving in the kitchen, Jo washed her hands in the sink and got the grilling pan out, followed by the hamburger patties and all the other ingredients. They were a house of carnivores, so of course these were always stocked. And thank God for that, too, as Jo wanted to make Sam the best damn cheeseburger he had ever eaten. She heated some margarine on the pan while turning on the deep fryer and filling it with oil, meanwhile hoping Sam had taken a seat. "Hey Sam, turn on the radio, will you?" She asked, pointing at the tabletop clock-radio on top of the fridge. "I like to cook with music." And the one playing in her bedroom had long since ended.