in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
It likely did, all the larger than life, too sweet and helpful to be real personalities; between Ruby and Snow the optimism might get cloying, and then there was Ruby and Stiles' playfulness at times, Jefferson and Stiles' sarcasm, her own sass. James likely might not know what to do with it all but there was a few things to adapt to.
"He seems shy, which is sort of adorable when he looks like you." And Emma would not be telling the big scary assassin with the metal arm that he was adorable, but he just was. Sipping at her glass, Emma rested against the counter beside him, smirking a little and angling close.
"I had been...I had been thinking about it, you know..." When Jefferson had died, thought about getting one of the houses and bundling Mary Margaret, Ruby and Stiles all inside to keep them all safe and accounted for. "I'm not sure, I mean, I don't want to impose this strict 'we have to be together', I mean, Ruby flits around from all of us at any one time, Mary Margaret and Stiles are usually at the station already."
Emma didn't want to suffocate people. She just wanted them all safe.
"And I really don't want to fall out with people over fights for the bathroom."