She swivels, trying to keep up and trying to wrap her head around the words that just keep coming. Mary Margaret's babbling, all semblance of her usual poise evaporated into this full-body excitement that's like nothing so much as a kid freaking out about the first day of school. It's happiness and consternation and bewilderment all rolled into one endearing but completely illegible package.
"That's, uh..."
She trails off lamely, with no idea how she's planning to end that sentence, but fortunately Mary Margaret isn't about to stop, just barrels on, so Emma stops saying...whatever it is she'd been hoping would come out of her mouth, and just listens instead.
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Date: 2012-05-15 03:29 am (UTC)"That's, uh..."
She trails off lamely, with no idea how she's planning to end that sentence, but fortunately Mary Margaret isn't about to stop, just barrels on, so Emma stops saying...whatever it is she'd been hoping would come out of her mouth, and just listens instead.