"You look like the cat that caught the canary," Mary Margaret says when Emma comes down the stairs.
"You're looking at Storybrooke's new deputy."
"What?" Beaming, Mary Margaret lays the plate she was drying on a towel on the counter and rushes over to her. "That's great! You got a job!"
"I can start paying the bills, you mean."
"No, no. Well, yes, but no! You're becoming a citizen!"
"You're making it sound like I joined a cult," she says, cringing, moving past her to finish drying the dishes. Ashley going into labor in the Bug and Gold now miles ahead of Regina in the Most Suspicious Asshat in Storybrooke award category hadn't left much time for housework. But Mary Margaret is jumping up and down.
"What I mean is that you're really here! Your stuff's all here, you have a job, you have a place to live—what's Henry think? He's got to be so excited!"
"I haven't told him yet, actually. You're the first person I've told," she says, wondering if that's how it should be. Should she have called Henry up? It doesn't seem like news she should have told a kid first. It seems like news for a friend.
Oh wow.
"Well, he's going to be thrilled," Mary Margaret says, eyeing the swirling motion she's making as she's drying another plate. Is she doing it wrong?
"We should celebrate," Mary Margaret goes on, placing her hands on the plate, gently taking it from her and placing it in the drying rack. "Want to get drunk and watch The Princess Bride?"
That's how she once spent a Thanksgiving, but Mary Margaret doesn't have to know that.
A/N: Coming up? An early glimpse at one of the show's Big Bads.