[ if emma actually believed she was getting on faraday's nerves (more than general exasperation), she'd likely knock it off, cut him some slack, but as it stands, she gets enough of a kick out of seeing him sigh and scoff.

(revenge, she's decided, for all of the times he'd moved her possessions or rearranged her house oh-so subtly.)

pulling the blanket back off her head, she's still smiling at him, looking pleased with herself. ]

You may be right.

[ she smooths down the blanket, reaching up to fix her hair after the slight mussing from the fabric. ]

But if I continue testin', it's far more certain that you're just the same as you were the last time.

[ she gives a shrug, lifting the blanket this time to drape it over his legs as well as her own; now that he's aware of the temperature around them and outside, she tries to be more conscious of making sure she's not the only one who's comfortable. ]

Besides, I like the look you always get.

[ that impish little grin is back, small as anything but just as obvious. ]