Beck joins her gladly, pulling the wine and cake out of her bag and putting them on the nearest flat surface before wrapping her arm around Emily's shoulders. "I didn't bring any glasses," she says apologetically. "Figured we could use the ones from your kitchen. Or drink from the bottle, that's always an option, too."

With a little smile, she pulls Emily in close, kissing the curve of the other woman's jaw. "Are you okay, though? I mean, are you gonna be?"