Emily wasn't in a mood for running small mindless errands... but she wasn't about to tell Izzy where to stick it. No, while Izzy was her friend, she was also her boss. And telling a boss to stick it, wasn't exactly going to get you places.

Having stalked-- more or less-- Chosen to courtroom two, she gazed around... glaring at the seats. Honestly, couldn't they just get new cushions? The old ones probably had many butt-sweat stains on them anyway.

"I don't think talking to the room is going to help," she said with an inkling of amusement in her tone. "This is ridiculous.. "

Leaning over, Emily peered under one of the seats. Nope... not there.