There was no need to apologize, really, for making her laugh so Jo ignored the apology. Wiping her eyes she went on with her breakfast, snorting at Sam's reaction to the hybrid form of a werepig. "Ominous oinking, man." She shook her head. But really, after a few minutes Jo couldn't help snicker again at 'oinking at the moon'.
"Yes you do know! Don't act like I'm some kind of wildcard, Samuel. I may be considered boring, even, in some circles." It was true. Jo was artistic, but not really given to outrageous flights of fancy. And a thorough investgation on what werewolves tasted like sure seemed like one of those. She narrowed her eyes at the toast waving, craning her neck back as she took a bite out of her own toast. "Oh yeah, so evil. Everyone knows it. I walk around town and people close their windows when I pass by, whispering there goes that Jo Summers. Once killed a man for looking at her wrong, they say." Jo rolled her eyes.