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Jul. 29th, 2000 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icecoldfrostThe problem with Emma and Jack was that every time they tried to make plans, something always happened. Sleepovers or underwear raids or moving back to the dorms; they kept moving past each other by moments.
Still, Emma had promised him a dinner-date, and she was determined to provide. Hence why she was knocking on his door, bags of take-out from Burrito Loco.
If she brought the food to him, then maybe they'd break their curse on trying to get into town.
"Open up, Mr. Priest," she called, trying to juggle her load. "We have tacos, we have salsa, and we have other things that I have no idea what they are, beyond 'not pork', but they smell fantastic."
Still, Emma had promised him a dinner-date, and she was determined to provide. Hence why she was knocking on his door, bags of take-out from Burrito Loco.
If she brought the food to him, then maybe they'd break their curse on trying to get into town.
"Open up, Mr. Priest," she called, trying to juggle her load. "We have tacos, we have salsa, and we have other things that I have no idea what they are, beyond 'not pork', but they smell fantastic."
