Emma's New York, 27 Vandam Street, Tuesday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Sometimes, even ambitious telepaths with plans of world domination needed a night off. And more, sometimes they needed a real date. With their fiancé, even.

A stay-at-home date, perhaps, but still a date. Especially since everyone else was out and about. "So what is this thing we are trying?" she asked Jack, leaning over his shoulder. "Are we going to have to use the stove?"

...it was entirely possible that giving her cook the night off was a terrible idea.

[OOC: For the boy, plz!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma stuck her tongue out at him. "In a vase, of course," she said, though her eyes went unfocused for a moment as she poked at the mind of the nearest Slayerette and-- "Bottom cupboard to your left, darling."

Look, Emma didn't cook. She had staff for that, since trying to cook for the small army that was her household was a multi-person job. But the girls got in to everything and therefore knew where everything was.

[bitten_notshy]

"That was a lot more efficient than me poking around on my own," Jack observed, retrieving the soup pot. "Thanks. Oh, nice -- it even has a lid. Slayerettes haven't broken it yet."

[icecoldfrost]

"Generally they stick to baking," Emma said, blinking as she came back to herself. "Brownies, cake, cookies...so many cookies. Really, they break more training dummies, weapons, or Xbox controllers than cookware."

[bitten_notshy]

"I suppose that's good," Jack said. He was already standing by Emma, his hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right, darling? Can I get you some water?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm fine," she promised, leaning to steal a kiss. "Just had to fish a little bit to find what I needed, since obviously she wasn't thinking of pots and pans right at that second."

[bitten_notshy]

"Don't you worry people will notice?" Jack asked, once the kiss had been properly returned. "Or is it just the cost of knowing you?"

[icecoldfrost]

"The day a headblind person notices I've been rummaging, I'm turning in my Telepath Card," Emma said dryly. "If they notice, I was sloppy and ought to get caught. Also, you all know me."

Emma...knew she wasn't the best at ethics, as much as she tried.

"Besides, it's not like I go looking for everyone's deepest, darkest, secrets. Sometimes a girl just needs to know where in the kitchen her pots are."