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Thanksgiving Meal, Cafeteria, Thursday

The cafeteria's dining room looked much less institutional today than one might expect. White linens had been draped on the tables, and flowers and autumn leaves were arranged in centerpieces on the tables. It was probably best not to ask where they'd found enough silver and china -- yet, somehow, there it was.

The scene in the kitchen it was another story, and the controlled chaos there was -- while mostly manageable -- definitely loud, hot, and confusing.

In other words, it was a proper Thanksgiving.

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Emma had...knives. And vegetables, a large soda (highly caffeinated), and a robot-baby-Marcus that was probably being bounced between fake-parents depending on who had their hands least-full at the moment.

Clearly, it was a miracle nothing was on fire yet.

Yeah, if Emma didn't think Alex would actually use his skills to sneak into the kitchen and get a picture of her all domestic, she didn't know him very well.

And hey, with all the people around, it wasn't that hard to blend in, take out his phone and snap a picture. If he got caught, oh well, but he'd gotten what he came for so now was the time to grin triumphantly and head back towards the dining room.

She'd even pinned her hair up and had an apron on like a good little cook; but that was a familiar touch of mental smug, and Emma knew the source.

<<I ought to put something in your green beans!>> she fumed. <<You're incorrigible, Karev.>>

Well, Alex had to stop at that, leaning against a wall out of her view so he could answer that.

<<You knew I was going to try,>> Alex said, making no apologies. <<That was a good picture there. You look all focused and domestic. Very attractive.>>

Shocking, really, how a little bit of flattery was all it took to turn her mood. Emma was just going to take a moment to preen slightly, thanks.

<<If you find focused women attractive, you should see me with the business section of the Times,>> she teased, going back to her work. <<Good luck getting my attention when I have the markets index page.>>

<<For some reason, I don't think that'll be as good as this,>> he thought, bringing up the picture on his cell phone and grinning smugly. <<And don't poison the food, Emma. You promised me a treat, didn't you?>>

<<I promised a treat if you were a good boy and didn't take any pictures,>> she reminded him cheerfully. <<You didn't hold up your end of that requirement, so no treats for you.>>

Really, Alex thought the picture was worth that. An opportunity like that wouldn't come along very often.

<<So that means no treat for you either, right?>> Alex grinned slyly, hoping she remembered that part of their conversation. <<Too bad for you. Would've been fun.>>

Hey, she'd only technically promised him a cookie, not nookie. The abandoned pantry idea had only been implied!

<<I can find my own treats,>> Emma pointed out. <<I'm the one in the kitchen, surrounded by baked goods. But you haven't given me a reason to give you anything.>>

<<Inspire me, and I'll consider it.>>

Alex let his head thump back against the wall and laughed. He was not typically someone that could inspire ants let alone strong willed women.

<<Pretty sure that if you come find me, I could help you relax,>> he remarked, grinning. <<Doesn't have to be anything that dirty. You take a break and I'll give you...>>

And now he just needed something good and something he was good at. <<...a massage.>>

<<Deal.>> Like Emma was going to pass up the chance to be petted and spoiled. <<Although you still owe me the ice cream sometime next week that you promised in class, too. I need all the relaxation I can get.>>

<<And I don't go back on my word,> he promised, popping out from where he'd been taking refuge and gesturing her toward him. <<Take a break and c'mere. I promise I won't keep you that long.>>

Emma set down her knife and quickly washed her hands before handing Marcus off ~~handwavily~~ to someone else with a murmured "be right back."

"Hello, darling," she said aloud, reaching for his beckoning hand as she came closer. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, it's such a surprise," he said, taking her hand in his and tugging her away from the noisy area of the kitchen. "Even someone like me can't resist free food and pretty girls that cook."

"Well, I haven't really cooked anything, I'm just doing the prep work that doesn't involve measuring ingredients," she demurred, letting herself be led away from her classmates. "It's safer for everyone that way."

"But I'm sure you're doing that very well," he teased, ducking down a hallway to find someplace quiet. "Your friend going to notice you're gone?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm paired with Jean Grey for the day," she said by way of explanation. "If she notices - which I doubt, since she's busy being a good little StuCo representative - she'll just assume I'm off slacking somewhere. Everyone else is too busy or will just be jealous I managed to sneak out."

"If he notices, you can just blame me," he said, finding an empty finally and opening it. "Not the most posh digs but best I can do on short notice. Wanna take a break with me?"

"She'd probably decide I corrupted you to my slutty ways," Emma replied with forced-cheer, slipping in after him. "She doesn't have a very high opinion of me."

"But it's not the digs, or my classmates that I'm taking my break with." She shot him a bright grin. "I'm here for the good company."

"Compliments, compliments," he said, giving the door a kick to shut it. "Must really want my hands on you."

"Well, you seemed rather confident in your massage-giving talents. Maybe I'm curious to try them out," she laughed.

Besides, Emma was of the private opinion that a girl would have to be nuts not to want Alex's hands on her.

"So, where are you tense?" he asked, moving closer to her. "Where should I start?"

"My neck and shoulders are killing me," she confessed. "A combination of cooking and a few days of baby-carrying; little Marcus doesn't shriek as long as it's in someone's lap or arms."

"Although you're the expert stress-reliever, so I leave myself in your hands."

"I build up all my tension in my neck and shoulders," he shared, motioning her to turn around and skimming a hand along the back of her neck. "I know the feeling. How long do you have the robot anyway?"

"I normally carry everything there anyway, this week has just made it worse," she agreed, reaching up to tug the neck-loop on her apron free. It would only be in the way. "And Kyle and I have him until next Thursday. Skywalker is a jerk."

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