The Roof, Wednesday Evening [9.2]

[icecoldfrost]

After handwavily indulging in cigars last night after the broadcast, Emma wasn't craving a smoke right now. Still, she liked the roof, and had taken her AP Algebra textbook up with her to get out of her room for a bit. Hank had somehow arranged for her to take a correspondence class for credit, so that she'd have more 'traditional' classes on her transcripts. She would have preferred statistics, honestly, but algebra wasn't too painful.

And if she kept twirling a cigarette between her fingers as she worked on her assignment, well, she'd need a break soon anyway.

[open roof is open!]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Working on something?" Jack was up there mostly to enjoy a cigar, but it could wait. He hadn't seen Emma since the picnic, if a few words after the play last night didn't count.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was up on the roof to, well, do what he always did on the roof. No surprise there. He was sort of surprised to see someone up there with a textbook, however.

"What are you up to, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Algebra. I'm taking a few extra classes through correspondence," she replied, holding up the textbook. "Nothing urgent, thankfully, this class doesn't start until next week."

[icecoldfrost]

"Imitating a good student," she replied, grinning up at him. "What do you think, do I look studious enough to pass as respectable?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Trying to get into university so you can rule the world?" Jack queried. "Not a bad plan. I'd have to do the same if I was staying in this time."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"If I hadn't met you before I'd be totally fooled," Chuck said with a smirk. "And then be pleasantly surprised when I got to know you."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack waved slightly to Chuck. "How are classes treating you so far?"

[icecoldfrost]

"More or less," she laughed. "I'm actually not that fond of math, but it looks good on an application, so I'm willing to suffer through it."

"You could take the classes anyway, you know, if you really wanted to."

[icecoldfrost]

"But I'm full of pleasant surprises, Chuck," Emma protested, pressing a hand against her heart. "You just haven't found them yet."

[bitten_notshy]

"I know what I need," Jack argued. "Which I suppose means I don't really want to."

"Math isn't bad," he continued, "just a bit abstract. I'm better at things I can see a use for."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"They're not what I expected," Chuck admitted. "Ending up in a cooking class was surprising, to say the least."

[bitten_notshy]

"Cooking, really?" Jack was surprised, even as little as he knew Chuck. "I got religion, literature and art. None of the teachers seem totally insane this term."

[icecoldfrost]

"And do you know everything that you'll ever have a use for?" Emma challenged, raising an eyebrow. "That's a handy gift."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I've already been pleasantly surprised by you before," Chuck assured her. "But I'm obviously going to have to try a bit harder in an effort to make you surprise me even more."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm psychic in that one way," Jack said. "Aren't I lucky?"

[icecoldfrost]

"If you'll loan me that, I'll trade you my talents for a day." Emma slipped off her glasses, smirking at him as she pressed the frames against her lips. "But then going to parties wouldn't be half as much fun, because I would already know what I needed."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma snorted in amusement. "Just pay attention during our cooking class," she laughed. "I should be good for plenty of surprises."

Like how many times she could make the Chef cry. Emma's idea of cooking was s'mores, or pop tarts. That's about it.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Cooking had to have been a paperwork error," Chuck said, shaking his head. "You got lucky if your teachers seem fairly normal this time around. Of course, they could be waiting until the second week to show off their crazy."

[bitten_notshy]

Strangely, he noticed the glasses more when she took them off, and reached a hand out. "Can I see those? I want to see how blind you really are before I agree to a trade."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh god, that cooking class." Chuck rolled his eyes. "You have to be better off than me in there. I can barely make a sandwich."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed. "If I come in next week and Professor Chevalier is wearing spandex, I'll remember this conversation," he said. "Everyone seems to like Atreides, though. I signed up just because of that -- I'm really not religious."

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm hardly bind, when I can see everything," she answered, but she held them out anyway. They were just reading glasses; Emma was mildly far-sighted, and they made it easier to read for long periods.

[icecoldfrost]

"Pop tarts," Emma replied cheerfully. "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions. Provided I don't get it stuck in the toaster and set them on fire."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"She does seem less insane than the other teachers I've had here," Chuck agreed. "But her class was one I signed up for because I liked the subject. The whole religion thing has been interesting me lately."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack put the glasses on briefly and winced for effect; he could tell they were a weak prescription. "Everything, Miss Frost? Do you even know how many fingers I'm holding up?"

It was two.