Looking sideways, Jo considered his protest. "I am also the better sculptor of the two of us, true." She turned to him then, index finger wagging in his direction. "But you did mention I could cook behind you perfectly well so you be Demi." Unable to help herself, Jo giggled actually giggled at his little growl. Man if Farren was here she would never hear the end of it now. But she wasn't! She was probably safely asleep in her bed. And so Jo cleared her throat and went on with it. On with the playful banter. "Go ahead I'll just plant my chin on your shoulder and make myself really heavy out of spite. Maybe whisper spoilers in your ear or do running commentary until you actually snap at me." She would never make him reach that point but it was funny to threaten it.
"Yeah, you say that now that I've turned it against you. You're so transparent, Samuel." Jo retorted, feigning disdain. The bacon was sizzling and crispy, just how she liked it. It smelled heavenly, too. Jo moved to retrieve a plate from the cupboard and placed the bacon on it, pulling some more strips into the pan for seconds. It never hurt to have a lot of bacon, better than not having enough.
Giving him a glance sideways, Jo ended up accompanying his up-and-down gesture with her eyes. And yes, he did wear the hobo look well but then she thought he probably wore a bin bag well; of course she would never say so out loud, so she scoffed instead. "Yeah, but that's only because you're the only one who wears it at all."