Arms Room *Handwavey*, Monday night.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack came back for Emma, of course.

Emma was shiny.

And seemed bizarrely unconcerned by that fact.

Jack didn't give her time to explain or talk him out of it; he was back in Fandom on the first portal. He didn't want to think about what it had cost -- whatever it was, it was worth it.

He texted Emma and settled in front of the minibar to wait.

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[bitten_notshy]

"Really?" Oh, Jack was going to take advantage of this opportunity to laugh. "All right. You could ... rent yourself out as a very high-class window alternative."

He was helping! Really!

[icecoldfrost]

Emma picked up one of the pillows off the bed and threw it at him. "You are a horrible, loathsome boy, and I have no idea why I like you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was happy to have gotten a reaction. He dodged the power.

"Because no houses fall on you when I'm around, Miss Frost," he teased. "I'm your good luck charm, aren't I?"

[icecoldfrost]

"More like a bad penny," she retorted. "Always showing up and causing trouble."

[bitten_notshy]

"Which is why," Jack said, flirting outrageously, "you're so desperately in love with me, darling."

He wasn't sure why he was poking at Emma. It was better than the nothing he got when he tried to be serious.

[icecoldfrost]

"First you're fussy, now you're being deliberately absurd," Emma scolded, teasing him back. "Perhaps I ought to check you for signs of a head-injury, with how changeable you are."

[bitten_notshy]

"Perhaps your brilliant beauty has dazzled me to the point where I don't know what I'm saying," Jack said. "Besides, I thought you weren't enjoying the fussing. You 'can wait', remember?"