in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
"So long as he doesn't join the Stiles and Ruby gang of 'give people heart attacks with crazy notions' thing, I think that'll be interesting to see." James with an actual facial expression that wasn't confused or blank. Emma couldn't help but feel for him and she instantly understood why Jefferson would take to him too. It must be strange, seeing your own face and such blankness and bleakness in their eyes.
"We're used to checking in and visiting each other almost daily, we talk all the time, but I think maybe having everyone underfoot constantly? It might push the limits too much. You know, absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that?" Too much of a good thing made it bad, right? And if they were constantly in each other business, working and home and just living in general, would they start to resent the little things? Emma had been sent home from one too many families not to know that the novelty often wore off.
She half hoped that no more of Storybrooke showed up, not really looking to subject them to this place. Yes, she knew that maybe Snow would be stronger with Charming by her side, and maybe she'd feel a little steadier with both of them to rely on, but she didn't want this place adding more for them to battle with.
Shifting so she could perch her chin on Jefferson's shoulder, looking for a change in topic, Emma gave a small pout and smile, "When's dinner gonna be ready?"