Emma pushed the carriage down the snack aisle of the grocery store, her beloved pirate trailing close behind her.
"Are you sure you're okay with this Killian? Because I can always send him to stay at Regina's –" Hook cut her off with a kiss.
"Aye love. I can handle the boy. He wants to show me what those moving pictures on the magic box are, and introduce me to the foods of your realm. It'll be fine. You deserve to have some fun with your friends,"
Emma nodded, though she was still wary. It was her first night out with Ruby and Mary Margaret since she, Killian, and Henry had moved into their cottage by the beach. It wasn't that she didn't trust Killian to take care of Henry (because she did, unwaveringly) but she didn't trust what a thirteen year old Henry cold convince Killian of doing. Instead of voicing this however, she simply asked "Where's the list Henry made of snacks?"
Killian pulled it out of the pocket of his leather jacket. "Here you are love,"
Emma startled to chuckle at the list.
Coke
Popcorn (butter lover's)
Doritios (flaming hot or spicy nacho)
Sour Patch Kids
Ice cream (cherry vanilla or rocky road)
Hot coco
Marshmallows
"Is there something wrong?" Killian asked, his brow furrowing in confusion,
"No, nothing. You boys are going to have tonight,"
"Bloody hell lad! What is this?" Hook exclaimed, spitting out the sour candy he had just put in his mouth. "Are you trying to poison me?"
Henry chuckled. "No! Its sour, and it tastes good. I don't know I like them," he said, taking a handful for himself and popping them all in his mouth.
Killian shuddered. "I'm going to attribute that to your youth. Hand me those chip things you wanted me to try," he said, reaching his hand out for the bag. Henry handed it to him with a smirk.
"Careful Killian, you might not like those either,"
Killian just raised his eyebrow, eating a chip with his eye locked on Henry. After tasting it, he just shrugged, settling into the couch with the bag at his hip.
"Really? Those don't bother you at all?" Henry said incredulously. "I can't even eat a lot of them at once,"
"I lived on a pirate ship for hundreds of years, lad. You get used to spices fairly quickly when you're trying to cover the taste of rancid meat,"
"Ew," Henry said, making a face. "Why would you even bother eating it then?"
"Because it's better than starving to death on the sea," he answered, scooting over. "Now come on, and show me about this magic box,"