in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
Emma figured that it was likely a good thing that most of them were already aware of James and the situation; she wasn't sure about Stiles, but he was adaptable and had Ruby to deflect, so she was sure the kid would be fine.
Not wanting to massively overwhelm James -which was the excuse she was using- Emma took a moment to slip through to the kitchen to check on the progress of dinner. Again, that was the excuse she was sticking to. "Hey, need a hand?" She just so happened to also want a glass of wine.
Ruby'd been very thorough in the 'shopping' she did, having secured numerous bottles of wine to add to the already fully stocked cabinet with bottles waiting. Emma was sure someone might assume something, considering they barely drank any when it was just them. "Or just company?"