The only thing that Emma would have assumed Jack would be jealous of is that her finals were done while his midterms were just starting.

They were both doing really well with the emotional-monogamy thing! Emma was totally growing as a person. Or something.

"Oooo... yes, I do. I should do French tips in silver sparkles," she mused, pulling out the little Tupperware container with all her nail polish. "And what have you been doing, Mr. Priest? Besides telling all the girls that they're prettier than a tapestry?"