To the latest threat - which Jo considered wholly empty, thank you very much - Jo simply scoffed and rolled her eyes, not bothering to look Sam's way as she did. Jo loved whatever kind of playful competition they seemed to have had going on between them since pretty much forever; not once had it been about anything but hilarity ensuing, and it wasn't going to be any different this time around.
"Oh, I absolutely agree. I meant I did the math on my intake too, it's pretty high by human standards. We just need more." She shrugged. "As for bad habits - I proudly accept the blame. I mean it's not my fault that I'm the one you latched onto, is it?" She replied with a self-satisfied grin.
Sam wasn't wrong, Jo was pretty sure she looked like one of those hungry cartoon dogs (which was fitting, if belittling). So, she chuckled, nodding. She pulled some eggs onto her plate while Sam took care of the bacon, licking her lips hungrily as she deposited the food onto the plate. Stuffing her mouth full of bacon Jo laughed at the idea of a pig marching into their kitchen and being promptly pounced on. "Well it's only fitting, pigs and wolves don't tend to make for a happy story."