Re: Tate & Emilia & Open
Emilia paused for a beat. She knew exactly what kind of drink Tate was talking about, and now she was the one wishing… wishing that he hadn’t said, though at the same time she was glad that he had. There was nothing she wouldn’t give to him, but she couldn’t let him do this to himself either. “Well, there’s always a twist to how the wishes are fulfilled, isn’t there?” she said gently. “The wishes don’t always come true the way you want them to?” Finding his hand, she laced her fingers through his. “Go find us a place to sit, and I’ll go get us both a drink from the bar, yeah?”