Starring today: Rumplestiltskin, Rumplestiltskin's guest, Mr. Gold, Alice
Summary for today's scrap: Rumple is about to make a deal. Alice is late like a White Rabbit
Rumplestiltskin has sprawled in his favourite chair in his great castle. He was quite proud of it. He conjured it up himself from the hat after all. The hat was now wistfully rested on a pedestal, as one of his trophies. Rum liked valuable and unusual stuff, as he did like his deals. On a long table was a decorate quill placed in an inkwell, near the tea set. Silver tray was completely covered in dust. Nobody has done cleaning here for a long time. Rum thought he would need someone to tidy up that all mess. Someone like Snow maybe? Grooming seven dwarves must have been a challenge after all. Or that, what was her name, Cinderella. She owed him for her "and they lived happily ever after" after all. It was astonishing that he, so mighty and so first class evil had a trouble like that. That was ridiculous. Niah!
A smoke started to spread from behind the curtain to the left from the double door. The imp giggled under his breath and jumped down the chair.
- What can I do for you, dearie?
Mr. Gold shut the glass cover of the counter. At this time there weren't much people on the streets of Storybrooke, because everybody was having their breakfast At Granny's. The doorbell rang as the door opened. A limp blonde girl muffled in a warm jacket introduced with her breathe of the winter and sweet buns baked by Ruby's grandmother.
- You're late, Alice - said Mr. Gold in a gloomy voice.
He scared her. The rich owner of a town, who could be described by some more adjectives.
She placed the package on the counter. Gold looked at her hesitantly. As if he couldn't unwrap it by himself! After few minutes hot coffee with milk and sugar - two teaspoons exactly - ended up near sweet buns. Ruby had always that strange look on her face when Alice was placing her order. She didn't have to run every morning to the pawn shop and watch Mr Gold in his smart suit.
- They're still warm - she reassured him, her teeth chattering with cold. Why was he actually ordering breakfast at Granny's? Couldn't he just take a walk to the cafe?
- Next time, Alice, come at 8.15 AM - he reminded her coldly. - Please.
She flinched. Damn pedant, not tolerating burnt toasts or being late even a minute. Was it the reason he stopped eating breakfasts at home?