"Something huge like what?" Emma's eyes were fixed on the chair. She rose from her spot when Jean had let it set and she walked around it. There was a difference in seeing something and truly believing it. Emma understood that Jean had moved it, but there was a part of her that felt the chair must have been fake, that this whole thing must have been a prank somehow. She only looked up at Jean when she was satisfied that it wasn't a fake.
Her eyes narrowed and a smirk curled her lips. "Did you do you something with our good doctor friend?" It was the blush that gave her away.