Jack grinned at Heather and Jo just glared. "Traitor, you're supposed to be my friend," she said though she only got about halfway through before losing the serious face. She grabbed Jack and helped him off the bar top telling him to go get his Dad from the back.
Jo wrinkled her nose a bit, "ugh, I can imagine." Puking was not on the top of her list of fun things. "Let's go upstairs, I haven't eaten lunch yet and I'm starving."
She led Heather to the stairs that went up to the apartment. "But that's supposed to quit pretty soon, hey, the sickness? I think I read that somewhere it only last for the first bit."