icecoldfrost | A Hotel, London, Early Sunday Evening

The nice part about being in the 'future' was that Emma could stay overnight, sleep in tomorrow, and still catch a portal back to Fandom in time for her class without getting sleep-deprived. Timezones were wonderful things.

"I don't think I can walk another inch," she announced, opening the door and walking into the room to fall dramatically on her bed. "I think you dragged me to every corner of London and then some, Jack."

[OOC: For that one!]

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bitten_notshy

"We ordered it," Jack pointed out calmly, waving a hand at her dismissively. He wasn't trying to be infuriating; he just didn't see the point of getting angry.

Still, he signed for the food and carried the tray in to set on the table as quickly as he could manage.

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icecoldfrost

Emma did not like logic when it interfered with what she wanted, thank you kindly. But she ran her fingers through her hair and got up, straightening her clothing as she headed to the table.

"I am starving," she admitted reluctantly. "And it smells fantastic."

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bitten_notshy

"I thought you were hungry," Jack said, waggling his eyebrows just enough to suggest he might mean more than one kind of hunger.

He sat down. "Should we talk while we eat, or try to see how much syrup we can get on the sheets?"

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icecoldfrost

"I am not sleeping in syrup-covered blankets," Emma warned, already reaching for the coffee. "I don't care how much of a sweet-tooth you have today."

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bitten_notshy

"We could make them change the linens ..."

But Jack was already slicing a banana over his plate of waffles, resigned to eating (at least) at the table.

"It won't be too terrible," he said, glancing over to Emma. "Half an hour or so of conversation before we get back to other activities. Can you open the champagne, darling?"

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icecoldfrost

"I can try," she said, setting down her coffee - ah, humanizing coffee - and reaching for the champagne. "I rather like the conversing, you know, I'm just miffed at the timing."

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bitten_notshy

"I know," Jack assured her. "It's not how I would have planned things either. But we can call what we were up to a preview of coming attractions, and enjoy the food now."

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icecoldfrost

Emma just snickered. "Breakfast for dinner, and a nap for dessert?" she teased, grabbing the bottle-opener and starting on the champagne. "My, we sound old."

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bitten_notshy

Jack shrugged, half-serious.

"After the last few weeks, I think I'd be justified in saying I felt forty. And isn't going to bed early meant to be a virtue?"

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icecoldfrost

"'Virtuous' is not a word that I think anyone has ever applied to either of us," Emma laughed. "Except, perhaps, in our dedication to academics."

The cork popped free, sending Emma staggering back a few steps as it sent forth a small spray. "Oops. Pass me a glass, darling."

Edited Date: 2010-12-02 05:06 pm (UTC)

From:

bitten_notshy

"Of course," Jack said, sliding one over to her. "Did you manage to hurt yourself?"

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icecoldfrost

"No, just a little damp," she assured him, pouring the overflowing bottle until it stopped fizzling. "I'll need to wash my face and change my top; champagne is tasty, but I don't want to reek of it all night while it dries."

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bitten_notshy

"I can't blame you," Jack said. "It's a nice scent, but not one i want clinging to me either."

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icecoldfrost

Emma leaned over the table to swipe a champagne-damp finger down his cheek. "Too late, darling. Now you're forever tainted as well."

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bitten_notshy

"Shocking, Miss Frost," Jack drawled, and dampened one of his own fingers in syrup before reaching to touch Emma on the tip of the nose. "But it makes me curious -- how does maple syrup go with champagne?"

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icecoldfrost

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Emma asked, dipping her fingers in the whipped cream on top of her waffle and then flicking it at him. "I'm sure I'm quite gourmet."

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bitten_notshy

"You're always gourmet," Jack argued, failing to dodge the whipped cream.

He'd make it up by tossing a slice of banana at her head, trying to get it to lodge in her hair.

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icecoldfrost

She gave an indignant screech and quickly picked up a grape and flung it at his forehead. "Stop throwing food at me!"

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bitten_notshy

"I didn't start it!" Jack argued, through choking laughter. "We should stop before we're both bathed in orange juice."

Which didn't stop him from throwing a strawberry.

From:

icecoldfrost

Strawberries were for EATING, not throwing, and Emma did her fumbling best to catch it, bite off the tasty part, and throw the leafy topper back at him. "You are a horrible fibber. I didn't throw anything at you, Mr. Priest."