Joe was back under the desk tending to the computer again, doing god knows exactly what. When Salem suggested that they invite Mary, Joe perked up and slammed his head against the bottom of the desk. He made an 'uuf' sound and tried to keep himself from cursing. He reached for the chair and hoisted himself up, the other hand that wasn't being used for hoisting firmly planted on the table-wound on his head. Even though he might have just gotten concussed, Joe perked up and said, "Yeah, invite Mary!" in a rather enthused voice. He scrambled up into the chair and removed his hand from his reddish hair, wondering if he'd pierced the skin with the sheer force of impact. Luckily, there was no blood, which meant for him he was 100%.<br/><br/>"The new files will take a long time, anyhow, so, it would be nice to eat real food whilst we wait for the biggest credit card heist this library has ever seen. Plus, Mary's an angel. Bless Mary," he muttered, touching his head experimentally and wincing. Another thought crossed his mind and he was back to not caring about his head wound anymore. "You know, food really does taste better when someone else is paying for it, I've decided." He got up out of the chair experimentally, and then made a face that could best be described as a confused frown.<br/><br/>"Are we going out to the Chinese place or are we ordering carry-out?" Joe asked, already getting his backpack. Take-out or not, they'd still need to get the food somehow. Since none of them owned a car, walking seemed like the best option. "Also, how's Mary going to get here? She's probably sleeping or eating you out of hearth and home right now," he commented with a small smile. He liked Mary, he did, but really all she did was mooch off of her self-supportive brother. Like, get a job. Even Joe had a job. He contributed to society. If he could do it, so could probably every able-bodied human given the opportunity. She had absolutely no excuse.