Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Wednesday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Classes were done for the day, and while normally Emma would be doing some stupid group team-building project with the other students in her human development class, she was skipping whatever stupid feel-good heart-to-heart nonsense the teacher had come up with this week. With an excuse! ...kinda! Candy was coming over once she was finished with work tonight so they could practice for summer internship interviews. Which meant Emma was putting away her groceries and prepping to make an utterly ridiculously large amount of tacos.

Look, she and Candy were growing girls. And they were not going to give in to the self-hate of the American media and body-image magazines. Because tacos. They were not just necessary to live, but to deal with the stupidity of the human race and their male counterparts who were jostling for the same jobs and complaining about how it was 'unfair' that the girls had the 'advantage' of being female.

No, Emma hadn't been experimenting to see if she'd suddenly developed psychokinesis last week in class, why did you ask? Really. Setting someone on fire with her brain, while potentially therapeutic, wasn't actually helpful.

Yet.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, you know the drill.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"You're welcome," Emma answered, laughing along with him. "Should I send you some of the macaroons they sell at the kosher deli? The tasty ones?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Please do, but only the coconut ones," Jack told her gratefully. "I don't really care for pistachios, but you seemed to like them so I didn't say anything last time."

[icecoldfrost]

"I like everything that resembles food," Emma pointed out. "But coconut it is. I'll drop it in the post for you this afternoon."

Along with a few other things, probably. She might as well fill a box, and Jack clearly needed a care-package.

[bitten_notshy]

"Thank you, darling," Jack said, and closed his eyes. "I should go, but -- I'm glad I called you. I like your voice."