The process of eating and laughing at the same time gave way to a coughing fit - but an amused one! With her hand clamped in front of her mouth Jo cackled and snorted, tears threatening to stream down her cheeks but finally managed to swallow her food and continue on laughing. It was the idea of the entire nation of Islam being werepigs, for example, and the idea of a werepig by itself. "Oinking at the moon!" She exclaimed between subsiding laughter, and then leaned forward. "Oh my God, imagine the hybrid form of a werepig!"
They weren't being mean, were they? Well, a little, but as long as they didn't spread or uphold it, it would be all right. She rolled her eyes at Sam's disgust. "Spoilsport." She muttered, emptying her glass of juice. "I don't know how, I was obviously not being serious or making a scientific investigation of it, Sam!"