To say Emilie wasn't internally screaming would be a complete and utter falsehood. Most people would've been freaked out being thrown about twenty years in the past, but she saw it as an opportunity. Nobody knew who she was, but she knew them, and it was a perfect trolling opportunity. Plus, seeing her elders as adorable tiny babies was just too much to resist.
When she walked into the cafe, it was like she owned it. Some of her forging talents carried over into the real world: she knew how to change her posture and mannerisms enough that she could command the attention of an entire room just as easily as she could vanish into a crowd. It was all about controlling your reactions, attention to detail, and a hell of a lot of creativity. Still, it was hard to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching as she pretended to look around the cafe like she hadn't spotted her parents the second she got through the door.
They were so cute. And so little. She just wanted to pinch their cheeks. "Hey," she greeted casually, sliding into a seat opposite from Arthur and Ariadne. Oh, the opportunities were endless.