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Ronan considered that. "What was the normal manifestation before?" he asked. "Later in life, or earlier?

"Actually, think I could borrow that when you're finished, love?" he added, stepping out of the room to prepare the coffees. Hmm -- maybe the espresso machine? The French press had been getting a workout lately, but maybe time for something different. "I might have some perspectives as a healer that you're lacking."

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"I could critique her writing style," Jack drawled, bringing his hands up obediently to rub against Emma's soles. "But on mutations and evolution themselves, you're both better-informed than I am."

He glanced toward Ronan. "How is the healing going, by the way?"

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"Alas, I don't think science cares if it has style," Emma sighed, wriggling her toes at Jack.

"Sure, Ronan, although you'll have to clarify some things for me. It's easy enough to follow for the most part, but some of the terms are things I'm not familiar with. Yet."

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There were a few clanks, buzzes, and whistles as Ronan prepared the coffee -- the espresso machine came from off-world, and he still wasn't sure what a few of the levers did; still, it made the best espresso he'd ever had -- and a few moments later he came back in holding two cups, a third hovering just beside his shoulder. "Americano frangelico," he offered to Jack, "and a caffé macchiato Grand Marnier," he passed to Emma, the smaller cup having an odd little doodle of foam on the top. "How'd I do?"

He sat down with his own drink -- cappuccino with a shot of Fireball. "There's always more to learn," he told Jack. "I mean, beyond always coming across information on new species, there's always new insights into humans, too. New spells being written, that kind of thing."

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"It tastes of coffee and hazelnuts," Jack told him appreciatively, once he took a sip of the drink. "And is fantastic. Thank you."

He closed his eyes, relatively at peace. "I'm glad things are always changing," he said. "The world would get dull, if they weren't."

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"He's a miracle-worker," Emma stage-whispered to Jack, conspiratorially. "I thought I was going to avoid the Freshman Fifteen, and then I moved in here. Careful, or you'll wind up rolling down the streets, too full of coffee to move."

It also helped cut down on her Perk budget, and Emma enjoyed just sipping her drink.

"You two and your spells," she teased, slanting a glance back over to Ronan. "Magic worlds. One day, physics is going to step on you."

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"I'll just ask it politely not to," Ronan retorted. "It's what I'm trained for, after all."

He leaned back into his chair, relaxing and letting the heat of the cappuccino -- and the Fireball -- sink in. "We should have a party," he said. "That could be fun."

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"I think we're morally obliged to have a party," Jack corrected. "When?"

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"Wouldn't that be 'immorally obligated?'" Emma quipped, letting the hot beverage and alcohol soothe her. "It is us."

A wizard, a werewolf, and a telepath; they were quite the merry little band of misfits.

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"Either way," Ronan pointed out, laughing, "it's an obligation. And an excuse for me to cook a huge meal."

Like he needed an excuse. Hope you weren't planning on losing weight, Jack.

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"Now I know why you were so eager for me to move in," Jack said. "It gives you two yet another excuse to try to shock the rest of the island."

A pause as he rubbed a finger along Emma's instep. "Not that I object."

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"I don't have to try and do anything," Emma drawled. "They usually manage to shock themselves, or work up a righteous indignation all on their own."

"...if we want to be tacky, we should put a red light bulb in one of the upstairs windows."

Sometimes Emma was a bad person, and she was totally fine with that.

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