Wendy: Hey Emi, I thought I heard someone up. (yawn) It's really late. Whatcha doin'?
Emi: OH! Um... (sniffle) I wanted to double check that all those Buck~Tick CDs that we ordered were all in. And I wanted to get that outfit ready to be shipped off to Sal, in Canada tomorrow. (sniff)
Wendy: Well, I don't know if I've ever seen someone so sad to ship off a sweater. Have you been crying?
Emi: Um... a little...
Wendy: Is it okay if I turn on another light?
Emi: Sure.
Wendy: Okay, so what's going on?
Emi: (deep breath) I was writing my letter of resignation.
Wendy: WHAT? NO! Why?
Emi: After everything last week, with the family portrait and everything. I just thought... I really screwed up, Wendy.
Wendy: How do you figure that? You did GREAT! I couldn't have gotten that picture taken without your help!
Emi: I let a stranger into the house. I asked Ullrich to keep an eye on him, and what if... what Ullrich HAD gotten shot? It would've been all my fault.
Wendy: No, that was my fault too, Emi. From now on I'll run everyone entering the house by you first, and then if there's someone you weren't expecting you'll KNOW they're a stranger. That's my fault for not communicating better. And I'm really sorry.
Emi: But... there are so MANY fae in this house. Any of them could do my job.
Wendy: No, no they couldn't. You think it's easy to find an assistant that will put up with ME? Hmmm?
Emi: Well, now that you mention it, I'm sure that is a challenge. The laundry alone...
Wendy: Hey! (smile) I'm glad you're feeling better. So, will you be horribly insulted if I tell you that you can take your resignation and stuff it? I will not accept it. You aren't just an assistant to me, you're a friend, Emi. You're very dear to me.
Wendy: When you first got here, I gave you that pendant, do you remember?
Emi: Yes... it's the most precious thing I own.
Wendy: And what did I tell you?
Emi: You told me... "You're home now."
Wendy: And I meant it.
Emi: Very well then, I accept your lack of acceptance of my resignation.
Wendy: Great. I think. That'll probably make more sense when it's not 2 a. m. won't it? Can we call it a night now?
Emi: Yeah, I'll get this light.
Emi: And Wendy...
Wendy: Hmm?
Emi: Thanks.
(walking away)
Wendy: Trying to resign. How do you think I'm going to organize 15 freakin fae kids in school with Tegen without you here?
Emi: There aren't 15, there are only...
Wendy: See? I don't even know how many there are. Do you see why I need you?
Emi: Yeah, okay. I'm sorry I tried to resign.
Wendy: Good, don't let it happen again...