Joanie sang out cheerily, and Sara and Jack traded looks across the breakfast table. “Aren’t you bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning?” Sara observed aloud, wondering if her late night with a certain jerky developer had anything to do with Joanie’s improved mood. The pretty redhead was dressed to impress in a designer knock off and upswept hair. A little overdressed for breakfast, but Sara had to think it wasn’t for their benefit. “What are you up to today?” “I have a date,” she beamed, loading up her plate with bacon and eggs. “I think that’s more food than I’ve ever seen you consume before noon. What kind of pod did you spring from and what have you done with the real Joanie?” Sara quipped. “I have to load up, this is the last time I might get to eat today,” she replied as if that made perfect sense. “Because… you’re going on a starvation date?” Joanie fixed her with a withering look. “It’s been a long time since you were in the trenches, Sara. Don’t you remember the cardinal rule? I can’t let him think I eat.”
