Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

It was her birthday.

Emma turned the crayon-colored card Hank had manged to mail her over in her hands, trying to wrap her mind around it while the television droned on in the background with Tim Gunn telling someone why they sucked in an awesome manner.

It was her birthday, and she was eighteen. She no longer had to worry about Winston trying to have her committed so that she'd disappear, or social services, or anything like that. She could open a bank account in her own name. She could go to college, get a job, be seen in public. She could have her life back.

It was almost too big to process, but every time she started getting overwhelmed, she touched the flower in her hair and had to grin a little bit.

It was her eighteenth birthday. And so far, it was off to a pretty good start.

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[icecoldfrost]

"My kitchen, not his. It's my birthday, and everything is usually mine anyway," Emma replied lazily.

Seriously? Taking emo out on pudding cups? That seemed a little excessive.

[vanillajello]

Well, Kate was very sorry but her heart was kind of shattered into itty bitty pieces, and taking it out on pudding cups was better than many of the other ways of dealing would have been.

Except of course she wasn't sorry at all. Too upset for that.

"Yeah well, I don't really care whose kitchen it is," she said. "I just wanted my stuff out of it."

[icecoldfrost]

"Fine, I won't try to cheer you up anymore. I would say sorry for intruding on the misery you seem determined on cultivating, but I'm not," Emma retorted, rolling her eyes. "I won't keep you somewhere you don't want to be, and you know where to find me when you're done hating on the personification of everything fifth floor."

Her birthday, dammit. Emma wasn't going to spend it trying to coddle Kate, when the other girl clearly wasn't interested.

[vanillajello]

"I'm trying, Emma," Kate replied, considerably more mildly now, and also more quietly. She looked into one last cupboard, then closed it, already starting for the door. "Sorry if my coping isn't up to your standards."