Reagan & Emmy
She had situated herself on the sofa to wait for the girl to reemerge, taking her teacup and saucer into her lap. She looked up from squeezing lemon into the fragrant amber liquid to observe Emmy's exit and subsequent, gleeful pirouette, a contained smile inching at the corner of her lips. That feeling, the one that Emmy was feeling now... she knew it. And today especially she was glad to have been able to gift it to someone else.
Not that anyone else needed to know that, per se.
She rose from her seat and crossed over, looking it over to make sure everything was draping where it was supposed to. She finally nodded to herself, seemingly pleased with it. "This is the one, then? It fits you well."