"No." She sobered slightly. "It doesn't seem real." There was a pause as Emma took her seat on the couch again. She got comfortable before she spoke again. "The question is, is that huge thing something bad or something good?" It was in Emma's nature to be pessimistic or, at the very least, realistic. The chance that something good could come their way seemed less likely to her than something horrible. They'd both had a Phoenix dream, after all. They had seen how things could turn sour.
She sighed. "These dreams..." she shook her head and let her sentence hang heavily. "Just tell me," her manner shifted quickly to that of mischief, "have you had sex yet?"