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Jo's retort about bringing the Demi reference on himself was met with a low quiet snort that might have seemed just outright dismissive to most but if anyone was going to hear the amusement beneath it that person was standing right beside him now. Jo had a way of understanding him better than anyone else, he knew that as certain as he knew his own name just by looking at her now. "Hey now," he said, lifting a hand to point at her in a kind of warning, "spoilers are a special kind of evil. Not even you would stoop that low." Would she? Sam didn't think so but it was kind of impossible to tell, especially so early in the morning when his brain felt more than a little fogged up from sleep.
With another scoff of disbelief and indignation after tending to the eggs again he turned back to her, waving a hand up and down the length of her to encompass the outfit she was wearing. "Pyjamas or not this is a hobo getup, you can't say it's not. I won't hear it." Sam was trying so hard not to laugh as he said that, so hard, but it was borderline impossible. What he wasn't saying was that it wasn't a terrible look on her because Jo had this way of wearing just about anything and being able to pull it off. How she did that he had no idea. "On a positive note," he said, changing the subject but fully expecting her to swing it right back around again, "you haven't eaten any of the bacon, the toast is probably ready, and the eggs are done." That was cause enough for celebration, especially given how much his stomach was growling.