33 Apocalpyse Avenue, Bright & Early Wednesday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had had a very very early morning layover.  In France.  A France.  She wasn't quite sure when or what world, but either way, it meant she'd found delicious delicious breakfast. 

For all of them. 

This is what happens when people let her keep her keys.  Not that a lack of a key would keep her out of anywhere she wanted to be, she was Emma Frost, but it was the thought that counted. 

The boys would get up eventually, if only because she was brewing some of the good coffee.  If the scent of pancakes, sufganiyot, waffles, and bacon didn't wake them first.  But for now?  Coffee, a spot on the couch, and back podcasts from the radio and occassionally going 'what the hell?' 

Sometimes Emma was very very glad she didn't live on the island anymore.

<small>[OOC:  Open for texts, phone calls, former-housemates/crashmates, visitors, yes!]

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[bitten_notshy]

"It was right after I got bitten," Jack said, to elucidate a bit more. "Irina was in a position to help Sebastien more than I could just then, and so we went. Though" -- and now his tone lightened --"if I'd known Emma was going to view it as an opportunity to learn scandalous new stories, I might not have brought her."

He totally would have brought her.

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan snorted a little. "I've only known Emma for a couple of months," he said, "But, uh... you can't tell me you didn't see that one coming."

And now he felt terribly teenage in a way that almost had him longing back to spending time with Vega of all people.

[icecoldfrost]

"You would have brought me even if you'd seen it coming," Emma agreed. "Besides, one cannot go to Russia and not go drinking with a beautiful Russian girl. I rather think it's a requirement, embedded in their cultural subconscious."