“Really, though, you didn’t have to do all this,” Emma says, glancing at the tray. “It feels a little extreme, actually. Even for you. Are you fattening me up to eat me?”
I grab a cookie and lean against the sofa while I nibble around the edges. “I had a lot of nervous energy I needed to work off. I also have a cheese plate in the fridge if you’re interested.”
“The day I say no to cheese is the day you push me off a cliff, lover girl.”
I laugh, go fetch the cheese plate, and rejoin Emma on the sofa. We face each other and cross our legs with the cheese plate arranged prettily between us.
“We should do this more often,” Emma says, reaching for a piece of gouda.
“Actually, this is something I’d rather avoid.”
“Right. I forgot for a second that you have some major drama going on.”
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