Emergency

They walked around the Arc de Triomphe and Champs Elysees until almost eleven o'clock. Everyone was so busy admiring the spots Jo had led them to that they even forgot about dinner.

“My stomach is craving for food!” Jo reflected first, feeling a pain in her stomach.

“You are always hungry.” Patrick complained.

“And you are always on a diet, or not hungry.”

“You eat for three, and we don't see anything on your perfect ass. It's unfair.”

“Heal your thyroid, you will be able to do that too.” Jo said mockingly.

“My thyroid is fine.”

“Of course. You are a hypo. Go see a doctor at last.”

“I don't like doctors.”

“So don't eat at all. You will look perfect like me.” Jo stuck her tongue out at him.

“I can say the same about you too. Instead of following your proper diet, you eat whatever falls in your hands.”

“Stop! You guys started talking nonsense like Mike.” Matthew broke in and became irritated by their argument.

“Don’t mention that asshole, please.” Jo pleaded.