"Maybe," Emerson teased her with a grin. "Unless it turns out that you did have some kind of horribly contagious disease and eating that chicken is going to prove to have been my doom, that is." He shrugged just his shoulders, still content to have her relaxed in his arms.
"Musicals aren't always that bad, and don't let anyone tell you that straight guys don't like them," he went on with a laugh. "Everyone sings the hell along to musicals if it's catchy. It's like Small World levels of catchy, but it doesn't make you want to gouge your own eyes out."