She let the silence fall between them, unsure herself what really to say. She knew he probably wasn't doing as well as he claimed, how could anyone? But it wasn't really her place to call him on it, though to be honest that had never stopped her before. Maybe in a while she would call his bluff but for the moment she was content to just sit with a friend back from the dead.
Jo smirked a bit at the suggestion. "Plus I wouldn't get fired," she said with a small laugh, visualizing the plastic surgeons' face as her fist connected with it. "Though I always imagined if I had my own bar it'd totally be like Cocktail," she paused, "of course I was about ten when I thought of this plan."