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[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."

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[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."