It was only fair that Emma got to choose the restaurant, or so Cordelia kept reminding herself on the way there. She was wearing slim trousers and a matching blazer and, okay, she had an old band t-shirt on under that, but she still didn't look out of place as she approached the hostess and gave the name Frost.

Cordy didn't let the hostess walk her over to the table, making her own way instead. She stopped by the empty chair across from Emma and had to smile--Emma still looked like Emma, only more so. Like she'd grown into herself.

"Hey, Em."