"Because if I do it wrong, I remember that fact forever and it itches at the back of my brain," Emma answered melodramatically. "The joys of an almost-perfect endemic memory." Also, she was still a Frost. Being Imperfect was basically the cardinal sin.

She leaned in to nuzzle at his neck once they reached the bar. "Hank says it's not uncommon for telepaths to have perfectionist traits," she continued quietly, "it's just how we're wired."

"Now--" Emma pressed a quick kiss just below his ear. "May I buy the gentleman a drink?"