Making a face, Jo craned her neck as if to get away from Sam's wrong opinion. "All right fine, you wanna do this Ghost style stand in front and I'll act like Patrick Swayze from behind you. Get cookin' Demi Moore." She said, standing behind him with one arm through each of his in order to illustrate the point. She could just see over his shoulder, but looking down at the pan was hard. Somewhere in the back of her head, Jo registered that he smelled nice. She stepped away, disentangling herself from him, and took up her original position beside him - bumping his hip with her own again for effect. "I mean you're not that much taller than me really, just like three inches, you're just tall enough to block my vision."
With all this joking around the butter was cracking in the pan and Jo quickly reached for the bacon to slap some strips into it. The pan sizzled violently and Jo had to lean away from the stove, grimacing. Sam's question seemed innocent enough at first, but then of course it had to devolve into teasing. "Woooow. Sass as large as he is tall." She muttered, punching him in the arm with only slightly less force than if she had really wanted to hurt him. "I thought I'd join you in looking like a hobo all day, actually. Unless you have plans. In which case you'll be dressing like a hobo while doing things out of the house." She replied, eyes narrowed as she stuck her tongue out a him.