[ emma's uncertainty seems to melt away as she watches him with the cards, a smile starting to lift the corner of her lips as he twists and spins and flicks the cards until the two of hearts is back between his fingers. that's the level of skill she'd come to expect from faraday, and seeing him capable of it again is heartening on its own. ]

Far closer to your usual standards, I should say.

[ she turns from him long enough to toss one of the newly-chopped pieces of wood onto the fire, before looking back at him, her hands on her hips. ]

Suppose that means you could teach me much more than before, Mister Faraday.

[ any time she uses "mister" these days, it's a way to tease him, affectionate in its own way, and not out of propriety or a sense of obligation. it's the same now, completely lacking in the cold edge she'd had the last time she'd attached it to his surname during their argument.

admittedly, she doesn't expect to get anywhere near the same level of quick skill and practiced talent that faraday has accomplished, because she's admittedly still practicing the first trick he'd shown her. she's greatly improved with it, found a better rythm and managed to make it look more convincing and natural, but it's still new to her, a different kind of movement with her hands and fingers that she's just never had the need to utilize. ]