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

[icecoldfrost]

The wonderful thing about currently being a few weeks ahead of Fandom - in Emma's opinion - is that she had spring. Almost. For her, it was early March and her spring break, and the sun was out in New York. It also meant that Jack could leave his shift at Devil's Nest on his Monday night, and still show up in her world at a reasonable hour.

Her little flat was as tidy as a telepath on a binge Spring Cleaning Spree could manage (which was scary), and Emma was happily ensconced in her laptop, working away at her big psych paper for the term. Early. Because someone was an overachiever.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and That Boy.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"I suppose, as long as you're willing to accept a 60/40 split," she decided with a smirk. "Since it was my idea in the first place."

[bitten_notshy]

"What if I put up most of the venture capital?" Jack wondered, and leaned over to retrieve a container of chow fun noodles. (Mmmm, nerd pillow talk.) "An idea's worth nothing if it's not properly funded, Miss Frost."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma made a thoughtful noise around her chicken. She took a moment to chew it over (pun intended) before answering.

"I quite believe that depends on how large your venture capital is, and if you know how to use it properly." Nerd pillow talk was the best.

[bitten_notshy]

Well, there went noodles up Jack's nose. He hoped Emma was pleased.

Once he had recovered: "I think you'll find my venture capital is quite adequate to fill any needs you might have."

[icecoldfrost]

Very pleased. Like the cat that just ate the spicy Szechuan-flavored canary. "Ah, but do you know what to do with your dividends?" she asked, pointing her chopsticks at him. "Now there's the real question."

[bitten_notshy]

"I reinvest my dividends," Jack responded, grinning back. "I find taking them out too early's always a mistake."

[icecoldfrost]

"Too true. I've seen far too many investments ruined because someone got over-eager and thought their portfolio had peaked," Emma sighed in mock-woe, shaking her head. "These sorts of things take research and experienced handling."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's smile was angelic, if slightly smeared with garlic sauce. "Ah, then it's a good thing I've a great deal of experience taking care of very particular portfolios and ensuring they reap peak dividends."

He wasn't even sure what that nerd-porn metaphor meant, but it sounded good.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was going to pretend that he was alluding to being very talented. At finance. Yes.

"A portfolio can peak more than once," she reminded him, leaning over to try and wipe some of the garlic sauce away with her fingers. "Don't get too swelled a head thinking you know every whim of the market forces."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed, then leaned forward to kiss those fingertips. "Believe me, it would take a braver man than I to believe he understood the market completely," he said. "All I can hope is that it will move in my favor."

[icecoldfrost]

"I do believe the financial forecast is in your favor this week," Emma replied. "In fact, it may move in your favor multiple times."

Diiiiiiiiiiiiirty.

[bitten_notshy]

"As I am the servant of the market, that would only please me," Jack said, dignified. "I work for it, and it works for me."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just snickered. "You're a terrible boy," she informed him. "I didn't think a lawyer would care about such things."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snickered back, then examined Emma thoughtfully.

"We should finish eating," he said, and stuck his chopsticks into his noodles with renewed vigor.

[icecoldfrost]

"I mean, are we sure a lawyer working in the interests of the market is entirely ethical?" she teased around bites of her chicken. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack smiled half a smile. "Plenty of lawyers work for large banks," he said. "It's just a matter of everyone being clear where your loyalties lie."