The parents she could handle, she'd grown up around the type, it'd be no issue, and they were hardly an obstacle in this case anyway. And somehow...she didn't think the boy would be hard to convince either.
Emma, in a more casual, but still quite dressed up and put together, version of her all white business attire, stood up from her seat on the bench and tilted her head to indicate he should follow her. It didn't take a telepath to figure out he was uncomfortable sitting there, though it didn't hurt either. "I imagine sitting anywhere for long periods of time makes you uncomfortable," she said, just making conversation at this point to get him a bit more comfortable.