[Emma is nothing if not direct. Beating around the bush has never been her style, and she's come across Annie often enough during hard times that she feels oddly invested, even if they've never had the chance to really talk.

She grimaces, understanding.]

Same shit, different day. Kind of the Wonderland motto.

[She helps herself to a seat without waiting for an invitation. Better than standing awkwardly beside the table, and she's not all that interested in formalities.]

Didn't realize you celebrated. [Of course. They weren't friends, how the hell would she know? That sounded dumb.] Guess it's easy to lose track of time here. ... I'm sorry.