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Oops. He certainly hadn't meant to almost choke Jo on her food. Sam waved a hand in her direction as a kind of apology for that as he set down the cutlery he was holding in his other hand so he wouldn't accidentally send it sailing through the air. There was probably some sort of warning to kids about playing with cutlery just like there was for running with scissors. As soon as Jo mentioned oinking at the moon Sam cracked again, whatever control he'd managed to pull together scattered completely at the mental image that conjured up. "Oh God, no, I can do without the hybrid form, thank you very much." Because wow that was some nightmare fuel right there.
"Hey, I never know with you," he retorted, reclaiming his fork from beside the plate so he could get back to work on the bacon and eggs before he decided he wanted to eat a piece of toast instead, maybe dunk it in the yolk. "Who knows what goes through that head of yours?" He waved the piece of toast her way with eyes narrowed in what was meant to be suspicion but probably came across looking much more comical than he intended. "Diabolical, that's a good word for it. You're a veritable evil mastermind."