"Ending up in jail generally doesn't go well, no," Roxie said. Not that she'd ever been in jail, but it was a safe assumption. She frowned lightly. She wondered what he'd gone through in that jail. She wanted to know, but she was all too aware that this wasn't the time for the discussion. He wouldn't want to talk about it, and Roxie couldn't blame him for that. He'd just gotten home, after all.

Roxie shook her head, the frown fading away as she opened the carton of sweet and sour pork. She smiled. God, but this smelled good! She helped herself to a few big spoonfuls before passing the carton to Joe.

"I already have a few pairs," Roxie winked. "Pink. Red. Zebra-print. There's one with peacock feathers, too. Grandmother's very amused by that pair." Since, you know, peacocks were one of Hera's symbols. "We just haven't...well." Gotten there yet.

Though Roxie was thinking that maybe it was time.