She smiled at his anecdote. Emma used to do the same thing when she was younger, except cook had caught her once and sent her straight to her mother for a verbal lashing. She could swear that nobody could reach the octaves her own mother could reach. Emma tried to keep the mood light, tried to keep herself from reaching breaking point. What she didn't realize was she needed to go all out in the company of someone else. It wasn't helping her to keep it held back. "I love cake.." the small blonde murmured distractedly.
Strong facades and faces were just many of her defense mechanisms. None of them really helped her but at least she wasn't bringing down someone else, right?