You guys are the sweetest. Thank you so much for all the support I'm getting from you, it's really lovely. I'm glad I can brighten up your days to Christmas, you do the same for me!

This is a bit...random... but yeah, enjoy. Prepare for the next one though, there's an abundance of fluff coming!

Chapter 11 – Eggnog

He's lived in Storybrooke for a while now. He's learnt new customs, he's adapted, changed and yet there are still some things that he just doesn't understand that come with everything modern. TV he gets, he can see the entertainment of that but the first time he was confronted with it, he was quite shocked, if not even frightened (not that he'd ever admit that). Cars he quite likes and he would actually love to be able to drive one. Phones are perfect for being able to contact Emma whenever he wants but not so great if her father keeps calling him. Basically, he isn't averse to modern technology, it isn't that hard to grasp, it's useful and quite fascinating but most of the time only in connection with Emma or himself and not with any of her family.

He grew up in old England, he is very well aware of the way things worked back then and he's lived in the Enchanted Forest and is very well aware that things there were similar to what they had been in his old home country. What he and Emma did, being together and living together just as a couple, that was unconventional but this was the 21st century and he assumed people would adapt. In fact, he knows they had. However, David Nolan was a man of old-fashioned standards. Killian should have known the moment David had asked him about his intentions for Emma but in the hubbub of the Snow Queens plans, he had kind of forgotten about it and apparently so had David.

Thus, it is a bit of a surprise when one late afternoon in December, when the sky is darkening already and the streets lamp are turned on and Emma is still at work, Prince Charming knocks on the door to the apartment. He has seemingly recovered his memory and wants to have a proper chat with his daughter's boyfriend about who knows what.

Killian, who only just got back home himself, opens the door, greeting the prince with a simple "Emma isn't here yet, mate."

David only nods and then explains, "I know, I left her at the station. I actually came to talk to you," holding out a bottle of some kind of beverage Hook doesn't recognise.

"Come in," the pirate invites the other man, his hand making a welcoming gesture towards the living room. "I was just about to light a fire."

David nods again and walks in, placing the bottle on top of the kitchen counter.

"Are you in need of assistance?" Killian asks, slightly worried that something has happened but then David would not show up with a drink.

"Just grab two glasses and I'll pour and then we can talk," the prince replies and Killian, after hesitating and shifting on his feet for half a second, walks over to get a couple of glasses, then opens the bottle and pours in whatever liquid David has brought. The smell wafting from it and the colour it has makes him realise that it is eggnog though. He hasn't had any in a few decades, having changed to rum a long time ago because it was much easier to come by when you were a pirate.

He hands one glass to David, holding his own up to cheer him. "You didn't just come here for a drink, did you mate?" Killian pushes, leaning on the counter. David shakes his head, then looks around the apartment, taking everything in. He's seen it before of course but that was before Emma and Killian had finally moved in. He liked the pirate. He had learnt to respect and accept him and he knew his intentions were good, but Emma was his daughter and he had not been able to take care of her when she was little so now he wanted to make up for that and part of it was to talk to her boyfriend.

His eyes are fixated on the white linen curtains by the big window that looked out to the see when speaks. "Actually, I did come here to drink," he diverts.

Killian laughs, knowing full well that that is not quite the truth but he just drowns the eggnog (pulling a face, he doesn't like eggnog much). David is very quick in filling the glasses up again after drinking his own and so the two men start a conversation less delicate than the one about Emma.

About two hours, an empty bottle on the table and a few more or less delicate question later, Killian hears the keys turn in the lock of the front door when Emmas returns hom. She finds her father and Killian on the kitchen table, David leaning half drunk over it (or rather very drunk as he seems to be about to pass out) and Hook sitting across him with that sideway grin on his face.

"What on earth have you done to my dad?" she asks upon walking in, keys still in her right hand and hair falling in her face.

"Your father wanted to talk to me about my intentions concerning you again," he explains, grinning widely.

He can see Emma visibly cringe but he simply laughs. "Don't worry, love, I told him I'd do everything the old fashioned way for his sake."

This comment makes Emma laugh. "I think it's already a bit too late for that," she says, a telling and mischievous grin on her face.

She places the keys on the table and kneels down before her father.

"Dad?" she shakes him gently and he opens an eye.

"Don't ever try to outdrink a pirate," her father slurs and Emma looks at Killian reproachfully. The accused pirate just shrugs his shoulders and says, "Love, he brought the eggnog and thought if I were less sober I might give him a different answer."

Emma sighs. "Dad?" she says again. "I appreciate the effort but we've talked about this before. I'm perfectly well capable of taking care of myself."

David nods as best as he can, head resting on his elbow on the table. "Just wanted to make sure again. You can keep him…"

Emma lets out a laugh that rings through the apartment. "Thanks, dad," she says. "I'll call Mary Margaret so she can pick you up."

They only have to wait for a few minutes before her mother shows up and Killian helps her drag David to the car and when both Emma and Killian are back in the apartment, she starts apologising for her father's behaviour.

"Nothing to worry about, lass. He is your father. I'm almost certain my brother would've done the same to you too."

"One day you'll have to tell me everything about him," she replies and then moves on to give him a kiss.

As a little sneak, day 12 will be "Antlers". So much fun!