"Vanilla, please," Emma says tentatively. This was not really how she was expecting class to go, but ice cream is always an improvement, right?

"...also, I'm Emma. I don't think I said. It's nice to meet you." She nods at Jenny, who is halfway through her ice cream cone and entirely unable to talk. "And Ms. Chocolate over there is my roommate Jenny." Jenny beams and waves and does not in any other way cease her consumption of chocolate.