Luxury Suite at the Roosevelt Hotel -- Emma's Manhattan -- Late Late Thursday Night

[icecoldfrost]

When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]

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[furnaceface]

//I... suppose tryin' couldn't... hurt?//

Please, do try to sound less confident, Jonothon.

//I can almost touch on th'edges of picking up from others,// he added, after a moment. //I can... hear, with some focus, if they want me to. Taste seems more... subtle, somehow. More difficult to direct.//

And yet, so, so worthwhile.

[icecoldfrost]

"Darling, if there's one thing I know, it's subtle applications of telepathy," Emma pointed out. "I don't do brute force unless I have no option. There's no art to that."

"You're a bit...different." See Emma's version of tact! "But if you can pick some things up, I don't see why we can't get you at least a little taste."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little, mulling over that one with his eyes turned to the ceiling for a moment more before looking at Emma again.

//Could be useful,// he decided.

For more than just taste, he supposed. But taste seemed like a good place to start.