A smutlet. Written from a CS Writer’s Hub sin den prompt.
Rated E
1930 Words – Read it on AO3
Emma entered through the front door, expecting to hear blessed silence after a long day at the office. Instead, she was greeted by laughter and chatting from the kitchen. Tossing her keys into their bowl near the door, she peeked around the corner to find her mother and her fiance working at pouring something vaguely cheesy into a casserole dish.
“Uh, hey,” Emma muttered, running a hand through her hair. She shrugged off her red leather jacket and let it hang on the back of a chair at the kitchen table, “you two look…busy?”
Killian looked up with a smirk. She only then noticed his usual leathers had been swapped for a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, smattered with varying bits of ingredients. He gestured to the dish in front of him. “Look, Swan! Your mother has consented to teach me about cooking those lovely tubers we had at dinner the other night.”
“Ah, the cheesy potatoes,” Emma nodded, recalling his fondness for her mother’s side dish.
“Yes,” Snow grinned, wiping her hands on a dishtowel, “we were just about to put them into the oven!”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Emma smirked and moved toward the refrigerator, from which she snagged a bottle of water and twisted the plastic top.
“Now,” Snow continued, her attention turning back to Killian, “you’ll want to cover these with aluminum foil and bake them for twenty-five minutes at 350 degrees. Then, uncover them for the next ten minutes and they will be golden brown and delicious.”
Unlike her mother, Emma had little enthusiasm for cooking. Luckily, Killian seemed to be blossoming in the practice. The couple’s waning presence at local takeout establishments was likely to provide a major hit to the Storybrooke economy.
Snow’s phone buzzed atop the kitchen table and she picked it up with a frown. “Ugh,” she sighed, “your brother got into my shoe closet and unboxed everything. I’d better get going and sort it all out.”
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