Emily was exhausted. Between taking over classes for Asher while he was concussed, and babysitting Noah while Ethan was having power fluctuations, and not shirking her normal Centurion duties, she was having more trouble than was necessary. And she was dealing with her own power fluctuations. Fortunately for herself, they were not nearly as intense as the first day, and they seemed to be getting better with time. Overactive Clairvoyance was almost kind of useful. She sat quietly by the television with Noah as he watched television. She didn't know the show, really. Special Agent Oso, she thought it was called.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned to Noah and smiled. "I think that's Mr. Garces, to make us dinner. Hamburgers." She told him. Noah was excited, and she patted his head softly before she got up and made her way to the door. "I know." She replied. She didn't need him to announce - Emily sensed him there before he even knocked, it had just taken her the knock to acknowledge it.
"Thanks again, Jac." She said happily when she opened the door, allowing enough space for him and the bags she heard rustling to enter. "Kitchen is just that way if you want to set those things down. Can I get you anything?" She asked, always the perfect hostess.