(no subject)

[icecoldfrost]

The 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."

Comments

[icecoldfrost]

"Blame? You say that like I've done something wicked," Emma sighed, putting a hand to her chest in mock-hurt. "She looks fantastic, thank you, although it's simple to do an excellent job with such a pretty and willing assistant."

"You like it?" Emma looked pleased, and picked up a dish filled with some sort of green dip. "Put some of this on it. It's guacamole. Ripe avocados, onions, lime juice, peppers, salt... it's good, I promise, even if it looks like an alien."

[bitten_notshy]

"She looks gorgeous," Jack agreed, dabbling a chip into the guacamole. "... do I have to ask how you know what aliens look like?"

[icecoldfrost]

"They always look green and goopy-ish in movies?" Emma replied with a shrug. "I don't actually know."

She set down the dip, grabbing the salsa instead and digging in. "Although I guess we're all 'aliens' around here. Strangers in a strange land and all that, and some of our classmates are even from space."

[bitten_notshy]

"Strangers in a strange land," Jack agreed lazily as he dug into the rice. It smelled odd, but it was still rice. "So how have you been keeping busy this week, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't help the wide grin that flitted across her face for a moment. "Attempting to be social," she said, waving a hand. "Meeting new and interesting people, and apparently starting a Monday afternoon smoker's club. I'm practically a whirlwind of social activity."

[bitten_notshy]

"And yet you take the time to have dinner with me. I'm flattered," Jack joked, genuinely relieved. "The sleeping thing that's been all over radio has missed me, too."

[icecoldfrost]

"You, I can almost always make time for," Emma teased, before the second part of what he said sunk in.

"Sleeping thing?" she asked, confused. Normally she was addicted to the radio, but her head had hurt too much the last few nights to bother. "I've had a bit of a migraine - a powers thing, I think - so I've been going to bed before the radio broadcasts," and napping away parts of the day, but she wasn't going to say that. It made her look weak. "What has the radio been saying?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Just that a lot of people have had nightmares and been sleepy at odd times," Jack shrugged. "I found Rose yesterday; it's hit her. And radio said Magic Reserves was talking about it, too."

Thoughtfully, he took some beans and added, "Rose doesn't think it's anything to worry about, but it's odd."