It made it more real, hearing it out loud, but Emma had known. The way Jag had looked at her before he realized she didn't know him... Pyro had looked at her like that, before Bobby was gone.

"Fuck." Emma didn't swear often, but this deserved it. "Should I..." She shook her head. "Never mind."

She glanced over trying to see how close Sunny was to being done with the potatoes. There was a shimmer above the crème fraiche that said it was almost to the temp she wanted.