Emi: Um... a little...
Wendy: Is it okay if I turn on another light?
Emi: (deep breath) I was writing my letter of resignation.
Wendy: WHAT? NO! Why?
Wendy: How do you figure that? You did GREAT! I couldn't have gotten that picture taken without your help!
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.
Wendy: No, no they couldn't. You think it's easy to find an assistant that will put up with ME? Hmmm?
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.
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.
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?
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...