Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.
After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.
Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.
Look, darling,
new trick!
Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.
[Open door, open post, SP warning.]