Microwave minutes
"KILLIAN JONES!"
Emma came into her kitchenette following what sounded like an explosion. The sight that greeted her actually stunned her. There was no destruction, no singed Hook on the floor, nothing seemed out of place. Still, the noise had had to have come from somewhere.
The pirate was sat on a stool, looking rather intently at the silent microwave. Emma was about to sign the previous noise off as paranoia, but decided to investigate more closely instead.
Everything still seemed fine.
She pushed the 'Open' button on the microwave.
The sight was, for the lack of a better word, yellow.
"Killian Jones. What have you done to the microwave?" Clearly, the curse had struck again. The entire inside of the device was coated with a yellow, stringy substance , that oozed and bubbled from the residual heat, dripping off the sides and top toward it's maker - a singed, slightly orange lump of something.
The man next to her sighed, and brought out a book, open on a page with a picture of some European delicacy, which seemed to be made of molten cheese. That did begin to explain the state of the microwave, somewhat. "I thought I would speed up the process the way you do, and make you something nice for dinner. I have been here for more than a few months…"
Emma immediately softened. Here was a man who was just trying to do something nice for her after she had taken him under her wing. In the last 2 months he had started being trusted in town, and people had followed Ruby's lead and had him fix roofs and one local landscape architect (Emma didn't really know WHY Storybrooke NEEDED one in the first place, but since the man had been a Wonderland resident, it did make sense) had him trimming branches off various trees in and around town.
As a result he actually earned honest money. Money that she refused to take unless he bought something for all of them, like food or beer.
So instead of scolding him, she handed him a cloth.
"Lets get this cleaned up, and then we will go downstairs. Mary Margaret is a wonderful cook, and I am sure that she would be more than happy to teach you how to make something other than grills and barbeques. Then you can make me dinner the next time I am called in late. I am partial to seafood."
The smile on his face was worth it.
AN: Please enjoy the newest chapter. I may not be posting on Wednesday, as I may be in hospital then :(