Emmeline wouldn't claim to be the most perceptive of individuals, but she wasn't completely oblivious either. When Clint mentioned spending time with Story, something about him changed for a moment she couldn't quite comprehend. Or really she did, but she wasn't going to mention it and kill the enjoyable time they seemed to be having. Instead she finished off the rest of her booze, replenishing her own glass as well as Clint's before eating more brownie. Usually edibles took a bit but Emmeline's formula was rather strong, and she knew what she was doing. Already she felt a slight calm settle over her, the tension between her shoulders relaxing in the slightest bit.
"Well... if you find yourself bored, feel free to come and find me. I'm debating figuring out pot macaroni and cheese. Or maybe mashed potatoes. Shouldn't be too hard, really. Just the amount I'm trying to get right..." shrugging a bit she giggled, "maybe I'll make an extra strong batch... when you get depressed enough about the holiday we can get stupid wrecked and laze about."