A/N: A big "thank you" to the people who reviewed! It means the world to me. Also, know that these next few chapters may be a little strange...but I guess that's kinda the idea. Hope you like them! There will be a new Rule posted at the end of each chapter.


Emma sat at the island in Snow's kitchen, kicking her feet against the legs of her stool and picking at the skin of an orange as she waited for her parents to come downstairs. It was nearly nine thirty; even on a Saturday, it was unusual for Snow to sleep much later than nine.

Emma wasn't surprised when her mother came running down the stairs not five minutes later, brushing her teeth on her way. Upon reaching the kitchen sink, Snow spit out a mouthful of toothpaste and rinsed it down the drain, then dropped her toothbrush in a cup on the countertop. "It's almost nine forty-five!" she announced furiously. "Half my morning's gone!" Then, turning to Emma, she added, "why didn't you wake me?"

Emma shrugged. "Sorry. I figured you might shoot an arrow through my eye socket or something, Katniss."

"Oh, give it up." Ironically, Snow grabbed a bright red apple from the fruit dish on the counter and bit into it. "You knew I could shoot a bow even before we got stuck in the Enchanted Forest. It's not like it's news to you."

Emma had nothing to say to that. After another moment of the two women silently eating their fruit, Snow asked, "so what have you been up to while I've been sleeping?"

Emma grinned, dropping her orange so quickly it nearly rolled onto the floor. "I was hoping you'd ask that. I had an excellent thought."

Snow raised a skeptical eyebrow, hoping this wasn't as bad as she guessed it was.

"You're all pretty much living Disney characters, right?"

Slowly, Snow nodded, then swallowed her bite of apple and put the fruit down. Her full attention now on her daughter, she asked warily, "where are you going with this?"

Emma looked mildly amused at her mother's expression. "We should have some kind of big reunion party...like, a Disney movie and sing-along night. It would be fun...not to mention hilarious."

Snow, who had taken another quick bite of her apple in the middle of Emma's sentence, quickly spat the mouthful into the sink. "Emma!" she cried, looking up in something akin to shock. "What on Earth is wrong with you?"

Charming chose that moment to come down the stairs, scratching his head slowly in a state of half-wakefulness. "What's wrong with Emma?" he echoed through a massive yawn, which he then proceeded to muffle with his sleeve.

Snow whirled around to glare at her husband, as if this were his fault. "Emma thinks it would be funny to get the fairy tale characters together for a singalong movie night," she spat, as if the words were poison in her mouth.

Charming, uncomprehending, shuffled over to the couch, muttering, "that's great, honey."

Snow grabbed her apple and tossed it violently into the trash can under the sink. Emma flinched slightly, as if anticipating the same fate for herself. Now she'd done it. No more brilliant ideas before ten o'clock.

Snow turned and marched up the stairs. "I'm going to find Henry," she announced somewhat shrilly. "He's the only sane one in this house!"

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Snow whirled around from the staircase and hissed a venom-filled "NO," brandishing her toothbrush at her daughter like a sword. Emma's mouth quickly closed.

Snow continued up the stairs without another word, Charming and Emma staring wide-eyed after her as if she had sprouted another head.

Charming frowned, turning to face Emma. "Looks like I woke up a little early this morning..."


Rule #2: Hosting a fairy-tale singalong night is not a good idea.