"Well to be fair, I think I'm the only one here whose mother and son she poisoned with them," Emma pointed out with a wry smile. And Emma didn't plan on spreading that information around, either. There was no reason to.

"You want to sit?" she asked, moving one of the throw pillows next to her and tossing it to the other end of the couch (useless wastes of space, throw pillows, no purpose but to sit there and look pretty, because they damn sure weren't comfortable).