"Please. No one can steal my taxi unless I let them," Emma scoffed as she got comfortable.

There was a pause, then-- "Good enough. I was packing to go back to New York earlier, but it seems my wardrobe has mutated again. There's now way I can take it all back with me."

What were the words for when your long-time best friend and on-again boyfriend proposed to be engaged to be engaged? Fuck if Emma knew.