Baelfire leaned against the display case in his father's shop, declaring, "I've got a question."

"Maybe I have an answer," Rumplestiltskin replied, looking at his son with the soft smile that he'd been wearing all day.

"I thought maybe I'd wait and ask Emma once she gets off her shift, but you and Regina seem to be the ones who know everything about this town, so… do you know what the deal is with Henry and Grace?"

"Henry and Grace," Rumplestiltskin drawled, leaning his palms against the display case on the opposite side. "Why would you ask that?"

His father's eyes were bright in the way that meant knowledge, though, and that only made Baelfire more curious. "I only talked to her once in this world, but when Pan's curse came, once we got to the Charmings' castle, she stuck pretty close to Ruby, Mom, and I. We grew closer because we were awfully miserable with missing Henry, but when I asked too many questions she never really wanted to talk about it. Maybe it was just with me, but she was hiding something… and so are you. So what's up between them?"

Rumplestiltskin grinned before requesting, "Don't tell that I did this."

Bae snorted. "That's always a great start to a conversation."

"It's just that I don't want people coming up and asking for answers to their problems this way; they ruin everything when they do. What I know comes from being a seer. I'm not in their 'social circles', so I don't know what's happened between them in the past, but as things are now, I'm pretty sure I know what the future holds… although part of that future may well be the present by now; they've been friends since before the first curse broke. I found the time to do a nice, long check into Henry's future soon after Cora was defeated."

"And?"

"And while I don't like disclosing information because the future is ever-changing, as things are now, it looks like theirs is true love."

Baelfire blinked in surprise, then a slow smile tugged at his mouth as he processed that before he asked, suddenly looking concerned again, "What part of what you've seen do you think is in the present?"

"That," Rumplestiltskin declared, pointing at Baelfire, "Is part of what I'm not going to tell you; we'll find out when they want us to."

"But you already know!"

"And they don't know that I know, nor will they find out, because there is an exact group of three who could tell them."

"Three?" Baelfire repeated in confusion.

His father nodded. "Belle asked me about them a couple of months ago, and before you ask, no, I didn't tell her anything more than what I just told you."

Baelfire sighed, half-glaring at his dad, and opened his mouth to respond, but the conversation was brought to an abrupt end when Henry walked into the shop. The boy instantly moved to give his father a one-armed hug then asked Rumplestiltskin, "Is it true that you kind of offered me an after-school job here?"

"I did," Rumplestiltskin answered, coming out from behind the counter. "Are you interested?"

Henry nodded. "If the offer still stands?"

"Of course it does. When would you like to start?"

"I could come by tomorrow, I think."

Rumplestiltskin's smile was genuine for his grandson, as was his comment, as he said, "I can't wait."

"Great! But, um, there's somewhere else I said I'd be, so I probably need to go there now."

Rumplestiltskin nodded in understanding and Baelfire unwound his arm from around his son's shoulders, commenting, "See you later, kid! Hey, how about dinner at Granny's? You and me?"

"Can I invite…" Henry paused, counting in his head, "Four people? You know and at least semi-like them all, I promise."

"Okay… but only if I get to bring Emma"

Henry grinned and then bolted out the door.

Darting from the pawnshop and heading towards Golden Blends, where he had been earlier in the day with Grace, Henry pressed his cell phone to his ear and after a couple of rings, Belle's cheerful voice filtered through. "Library; Belle speaking."

"Hi, Grandmiere, it's Henry. Would you and Grandpa and Arabella want to meet me and Papa for supper at Granny's tonight?"

"We'd be thrilled to!"

"Okay – and, hey, can you ask Grace if she wants to come too?"

"Just a second," the girls' voices on the other end of the phone became muffled for a minute before Belle reported, "She said she'd be just as thrilled to."

Henry's smile widened and he said "thanks! I'll talk to you later" before he ended the call and went the last block to Golden Blends.

"You're back," Milah commented, as Henry once again took a seat at the bar like he had earlier in the day.

"I am," Henry felt his cheeks grow hot as he admitted, "And after our conversation about drawings yesterday, I have something I want to show you."

"Oh?" Milah asked curiously as Henry drew his sketchpad from his backpack.

Henry licked his lips nervously as he flipped to the last drawing he'd done and slid it across the counter towards her. "It's not done yet, but I thought you might want to see it. It's from yesterday."

"Baelfire proposed to Emma yesterday?" Milah asked, feeling more amused then surprised… along with a healthy dose of regret as she was hit again by how much of her son's life she'd missed being a part of.

Again Henry nodded, watching her survey his drawing. He was waiting to find out what her opinion of it was – she should've known that – so she told him, "This is well done. I like it; it's… sweet."

"Thanks," Henry smiled.

"How much time have you spent on this?" Milah asked.

Henry thought for a second. "Close to three hours."

"You work hard on your drawings, don't you?" Milah asked, resisting the urge to flip through the other drawings. Henry nodded and Milah repeated, "This is well done… but I could show you a couple of ways to make it a little better, if you'd like."

Henry grinned, digging a pencil out of his backpack and handing it to her as he answered, "I'd like that."