#20: Cookies
"It's under Tools. Yes, right there. Make sure the temporary internet files, download history, and cookies boxes are checked—but not passwords, don't click that one—and then press delete."
Killian frowned, checking the appropriate boxes and then turning a wary eye toward Henry. "Cookies?" he asked.
"Yeah," Henry replied, not looking up from his game console.
Killian sighed. Adolescence, he thought thought irritably, glaring at the now 15-year-old boy. "Could you please elaborate?" he enunciated slowly, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "I fail to see what a sugary delicacy has to do with… whatever it is you had me doing."
Henry didn't bother to look up. "You were clearing your browsing history. Every time you go online—you know, the internet—the computer records what websites you visit. It helps clear the clutter from the pc and frees more space. I don't exactly know what cookies are but I know they help websites recognize who you are."
He understood about half of what Henry said but shrugged, figuring there was no more point in continuing the conversation. He studied the screen to make sure he had followed Henry's instructions and finally pressed "Delete."
"Hey!" a voice called from the kitchen. "Dinner is ready!"
He stood, pushing the "sleep mode" button on the side of the monitor (apparently machines slept; Killian didn't even know that they were alive) and walked to the dining room where he proceeded to set the table.
Emma stood by the stove, nose in the air with eyes closed. "Mmm," she said, sniffing. "I haven't had spaghetti in weeks."
"Smells good," he said, smiling gently. "The bread on the other hand…" he gestured to the basket on the counter, filled to the brim with blackened, scorched bread.
"Shut up. I'm cooking, aren't I? Be thankful."
"I am always thankful," he replied cheekily, sidling up to her and kissing her nose. "Thankful that I know how to prepare meals."
"Haha," she said, punching him in his side and making him wince. "You think you can do everything, don't you?"
"Almost. I have yet to master that computer device but soon…" he glared at the console sitting mockingly in the living room. "Soon."
"What did you learn this time?"
"How to open new tabs!" he gushed excitedly, unable to contain himself. Emma stifled her laugh behind a hand. "I had the computer conjuring multiple windows for weeks… Weeks, Emma. It was very disconcerting navigating through that, worse than a bloody storm!" He paused, pouring himself a glass of water. "I also know how to delete my browsing history now, whatever that is."
"Really? That's inter—"
"I taught him," Henry interrupted, eyes still glued to his game. "You know, so he can hide his porn from you."
Killian choked on his water. "My what?"