"I told Lucy I'd go with her to some talent agent in the area, I can't let her go alone and she's dead set on going so..." She kicked off her slippers, walking pasting them to drag a pair of heeled boots from the doormat to his bag's arm chair. She propped herself on the edge, speaking around the toothbrush in her mouth. "Besides, everyone knows nothing gets done on the first day." Which was probably why he was home, she concluded, dismissing the topic with a delicate shrug. She laced up her boots.<br/><br/>"Partner," Abigail repeated, a twinkle in her eye. She didn't press it further though, playing it cool. For all she knew, Emmeline<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>just a class partner. Here. At their house. On the first day. At 11:30 in the morning. Ordering pizza. Right.<br/><br/>Emmeline blinked. All her sass towards Ian dissipated. "No, really, we've got to do this script-"<br/><br/>"-Uhuh," Abigail agreed, clearly skeptical and teasing them both. Emmeline chose to fall tastefully silent, watching the two with an attentiveness that didn't fit her usual aloof, bored air.<br/><br/>So," Ian cut in, "about that pizza. Abby, are you hungry or have you eaten?"<br/><br/>"Sorry, big bro, but I just brushed my teeth." She put said toothbrush down on the arm rest, fussing with the drape of her shirt before she stood up, satisfied. "But I'll be starved after this, you like Chinese, Emmeline?  I'm going to bring some back. And a movie, oooo, we should watch one before the mounds of homework kick in. Uuugh, I so don't want to do this all over again in college." She plucked up her purse and his keys, batting her eyes at him. "Can I? I'm all out of gas."