Hook walked through the door of Granny's, which was packed as usual. Everyone was talking over one another. The seven dwarves were all sitting together eating their breakfast. Ashley and Aurora with their babies and Belle were taking up another booth, and Snow and Charming were sitting on stools at the bar. The smell of hot chocolate, cinnamon, coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast filled the air. Light was streaming through the windows, and every now and then a cool breeze would brush though the restaurant when someone came through the door. Hook headed over to the bar, and sat on a stool next to Charming. He felt a little awkward without Swan there with him, but he covered it up with an especially devilish grin with much smolder. Charming's golden hair looked rather fabulous in the sunlight.

"Hello pirate," Charming said with a hint of disdain.

"Hello prince...and m' lady," Hook nodded at Snow with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Where's Emma?" asked the princess, or, now, Hook supposed, she was the mayor.

"She's dropping off the lad at school." Cool air ran over their shoulders as the door opened and closed. A moment later the warrior princess lady was sitting beside Hook. Mulan was her name.

"Hello," he said. "Last I saw you we were in a battle over a portal into Storybrooke. I suppose we're on the same side now." He held out his hand, not his hook, to her. Like him, she was not dressed in the modern attire of this world. Instead, she wore an old fashioned green shirt, with a blue shawl, matching green pants, and leather boots. Swan had offered to take Hook shopping, but he much preferred to flaunt his black trench coat, and red vest, along with black leather pants and boots. It looked like he wasn't the only one more comfortable in the clothing of his own world.

"Yes, I suppose so," she said. "I'm actually glad to see you. I…I would like to thank you for what you did when we were battling over the portal."

"What?" Hook asked.

"You risked your own life to throw Aurora's heart to me. I will never forget your honor." He met her eyes in all seriousness, without any sarcasm.

"I believe in good form," he said. She nodded solemnly.

"What can I get everyone?" asked Red's cheerful voice. She leaned over the bar, and it was impossible not to notice how far down her white shirt was unbuttoned. They all ordered coffee. It was also impossible not to notice how tight Red's jeans were.

"I always knew there was a bit of good in you," Charming said, touching Hook's knee.

"No you didn't," Hook scoffed.

"Alright, fine, maybe I didn't," the prince admitted. "I'm glad to know it, though."

"Me too," Snow chimed in. "I admit, I had my doubts at first."

"Your doubts," Hook scoffed. It had been a bit more than that.

"Can you blame us?" Charming retorted. His hand was a bit higher than the knee now, and he left it resting for a few moments before Mulan spoke, and the prince carefully put it back on his own lap.

"Anyway, I just wanted to thank you," Mulan said. "It meant a lot." She stood up to leave.

"Wait!" Hook called. "You forgot your-" she was already closing the door to Granny's behind her. "Coffee," he muttered as Red placed the four coffees on the bar.

"Oh she must not have seen me," said a voice. Hook looked up to a pretty auburn haired lady standing beside him. It was Aurora. "I just came over to say hello. I've barely spoken to her sense we were all brought to Storybrooke. She's only met Phillip once." Aurora nodded at the child sleeping her arms. She was wearing a dress with a floral design, tights, boots, and a winter coat that were all very much clothing that belonged in Swan's world, not the enchanted forest.

"I'm sure she's just been adjusting to life in Storybrooke," Snow reassured her friend. Hook frowned. It didn't really seem like that had been it to him.

"I could be helping her with that though," Aurora sighed. "After all, I am also attempting to learn to live in this new world." She walked back over towards Ashely and Belle looking forlorn. Hook had a feeling that there was something more than the difficulty of coping with life in Storybrooke going on with Mulan. After all, he was happy for the help Swan was giving him adjusting to living in a different dimension. Why shouldn't Mulan want to share her struggle with her friend? He himself was grateful for any help he could find handling everyday shocks like devil boxes with moving pictures, or strange communication devices which allowed people to speak to one another even when they were far apart.