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It was such a good opportunity to open up a discussion like this that Emmett took any ounce of encouragement offered to her. Unraveling one of the rolls, a stuffed sub was revealed. She hadn't brought plates, and instead slid the white paper it sat on across the desk before opening her own. She hadn't the time to take a bite yet, not when she had something to say.
"Hey, I could tell with you." Emmett leaned back in her chair, balancing on the back legs. "But if you're not into her, I'll take the wheel. Someone should." Only then did she bite into the sandwich.
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It was only under such scrutiny of her own form that Teddy let her eyes narrow on the opposition. To say her own sexuality was obvious seemed like something of a heroes remark, like she'd unlocked some great mystery by having a good guess. "That would account for your uncharacteristic nervousness." She replied then. After all, the woman who shared lunch with her barely fit the mould of the women she first met.
"And why should someone do that?" She asked instead, expertly evading the question she didn't want to answer.
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Teddy had a valid point in pointing out the nervousness that Emmett carried when they had first met. Somewhere between the lines of exchanging text messages and being bailed out of jail, the mechanic opened up to her. Nervous usually wasn't a word often used to describe Emmett. It was far better to push past it. Her lips pressed together, humming to think of an argument on her side, but another question did well to pull her attention away.
Eyebrows furrowed, the corner of her mouth losing a little of it's smug nature as it drew downwards. It was one of those statements just said without diving deeper. Now she was asked to do exactly that. "Just... 'cause."
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Obvious pause hit her quickly, and Teddy waited. She'd learned long ago not to fill the silence when someone was looking for their own solution. The answer she got was laughable, but she didn't laugh. At least, not audibly. The grin she chose to wore must have said it all.
"Just... 'Cause." Teddy repeated, her tone a little flat. She wore absolute disbelief to the strength of such an argument. But then realisation seemed to dawn on her in her eyes, and then her voice; "I should use that in court."
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There didn't need to be a laugh for Emmett to catch the humor written on Teddy's face. Sure, it was a dumb answer, but the mechanic would never own up to that, at least not out loud. Though, she did laugh at the quip thrown in her direction, her grin quick to return. "Yeah, you should. I wonder how a judge would react to the eloquent Miss James saying something like that."
It was a funny image.
"Maybe use it in that one." Emmett gestured to the file on her desk with the can in her hand. "Gotta be important if you're not letting it out of your sights."
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Raising the file in question, Teddy opened it accordingly and breezed through the paperwork. After a spare second, she glanced up towards her. "Why shouldn't you have to pay the medical bills for clocking some hockey nut?" Teddy asked, perfectly poised as she tilted her head to the other side; "In the wise words of my dear and only Stagfort friend - one Miss Emmett Coupland - just 'cause."
Settling on a laughed, she eased back in her seat and closed the folder again. But she kept it close, easing the end against the edge of the desk. "Please don't sleep with my assistant. She's very good and I'd be very lost without her." Teddy could only imagine the downfall of what Emmett could do, successful or not.
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Emmett couldn't be sure if the folder she had really contained her case. Regardless, the statement pulled another laugh from the mechanic. It sounded solid enough, given that the guy deserved more in Emmett's incredibly biased opinion. Though, she realized, it might not be the best thing to point out in front of her lawyer; friend or not.
And apparently they were. Despite being a joke, the point still landed. It softened the blonde's grin a little bit.
In moments, the wickedness of it returned. Her lips pressed together to hide it, but she was unsuccessful. "Very good, eh? I guess I'll leave her to you, then."
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Teddy was a smart woman. She knew when to leave well enough alone, even if a clearer part of her said she shouldn't. A very real side of her wanted to argue the innuendo provided, but she was too smart to ever be remotely incriminating in such a way. Eyes briefly narrowed on the mechanic, like questioning her without the words attached. She could question herself with a look like that.
"I could write a book with that little statement of yours, you know." Teddy started then, nodding her head to the thought as it progressed in her mind; "Yeah. How to justify your life choices with two little words." Clever hands reached out for the food provided, intent to keep herself busy.
"I'd credit you, of course. I'm not a monster."
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Emmett wasn't the best at following directions, but a request had been made by a friend. She could at least try, though it wasn't like Emmett to plan out anything. Knocking someone in the face was enough proof of that. At least in this case, she could just avoid the assistant - at least as much as she could, given her own natural curiosity.
"You'd probably make millions on it." Emmett bit into her sandwich, following it down with a swig of beer. "But I'd want to be co-writer. You know I got a lot to say." That must have been evident from their almost constant communication. "I think the world should hear it."
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