A/N: A gift for Jenna, who I got for my OUACS podcast Secret Santa.

"So it's called what again, Swan?" Killian asked, shrugging his jacket on his shoulders, staring intently at his new outfit in the mirror behind their red couch. He had to admit: the red button-down collared shirt did make the black zipper vest pop.

"It's a double date, Killian. I figured since Mulan is fairly new to Storybrooke and she doesn't know many people here, that she would be comfortable spending time with us as well as Ruby."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but considering our history, I'm probably one of the last people Mulan would want to see." It had seem like a lifetime ago that Emma and Snow had been unceremoniously dropped into the Enchanted Forest via Jefferson's hat, and ran into Mulan and Aurora. While all of their first encounters with Killian may not have been ideal, he knew he was a changed man. The question was: what would Mulan think?

Emma saw the look of self-deprecation on his face and quickly rushed over to him, the light fabric of her flowy black dress billowing as she rushed to him. Emma cradled his cheeks in her palms, the warmth of his skin almost burning hers. "You know, as well as I know, that you are not that man anymore. I just want more people to see you the way I see you."

"Darling, if more people saw me the way you did, then I wouldn't be allowed to wear a stitch of clothing anymore. I'm not sure your father would appreciate that," he winked.

"Dad might not, but I know Granny would…" she joked.

"And I believe that is the end to this conversation, considering I will now have to see the woman shortly." Emma tried but failed to contain her laughter. He waited until he calmed down to offer her his elbow. After putting her arm in his, Killian opened the front door, and the walked down the stone path in their front yard towards the Bug.

Killian and Emma walked into Granny's to see that they were the first to arrive. Granny gave them both a welcoming nod from behind the counter, Emma chuckling slightly remembering their earlier conversation. Killian allowed Emma to slide into the booth, and he took the outer seat. His hand kept fidgeting with his hook, and Emma had to grab onto his to still his movements.

"Are you actually nervous?" Emma asked curiously, releasing her hold on his hand.

Killian lifted his hand to the back of his head, scratching his neck. "Of course not? Why would you say that?"

"Killian…"

Sighing, he admitted, "Yes, Swan, I might be anxious. I mean, you know these women better than I do…"

"Just stop. They will love you. Just relax and be yourself." Emma gave him a reassuring peck on the cheek, causing his face to turn a rosy pink. In the midst of their impromptu snuggling session, the bell over the front door chimed, signalling new arrivals. Killian and Emma both looked up to see Ruby and Mulan walking in, Ruby waving enthusiastically to her grandmother. Mulan definitely looked a lot different out of her traditional armor. With Ruby's keen eye for fashion, it wasn't any wonder that Mulan looked like she walked off of the catwalk. Her hair was stick straight, reaching her lower back it was so long. She wore red skinny jeans, black high heeled boots and a black off the shoulder top. The woman looked stunning, and two of them made one attractive couple. But much like Killian and his hook, Mulan had her scabbard and sword hanging from her hips. Fashionable, yet menacing.

Killian exited the booth (always a gentleman) as Ruby and Mulan approached them. Ruby and Emma embraced in a long friendly hug while Mulan and Killian nodded at one another. Then Emma hugged Mulan and vice versa. Emma invited them to sit, and Ruby slid in first, facing Emma; Mulan sat the end, eyes locking with Killian in suspicious glare.

Trying to break the ice, Killian said, "So, who's up for a round of onion rings?"

Emma munched on her deep-fried favorite while listening to Mulan and Killian go back and forth about their adventures. Who knew all it took was a few swigs of rum on his part and a glass of whiskey on hers, and the trading of war stories commenced.

"You mean you trained with men while masquerading as one?" Killian yelled in surprised with another drag from his flask.

"It was the only way I could fight for the honor of my family."

"I must say, I should learn better than the underestimate the drive of a woman."

Mulan's eyebrow raised, her curiosity piqued. "Do I feel a challenge coming on?"

Killian leaned over the table. "Arm wrestling match. You and I."

Mulan also leaned over the table, and was now nose-to-nose with Killian. "You're on, pirate."

Ruby and Emma could only roll their eyes at their significant others and their fight for dominance. "You two, sit back down, please," Emma pleased.

"I will if she does," Killian said, petulantly crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Mulan put her hand on her hips and said,"Not a chance...Hook."

Killian removed his jacket fitfully, rolling up the sleeves of his new red shirt to the elbows. He shot out of the booth, making his way over to the counter to borrow on the the stools that was not being occupied. Killian planted it right in the middle of the diner, placed his right elbow on the padding and shot Mulan an imposing look.

The sound of the heels of her boots clicking against the tile was the only sound that could be heard. Everyone in the diner gawked at Killian and Mulan as she approached him. Ruby just looked at Emma and rolled her eyes while Emma shook her head. Mulan grasped Killian's hand, elbow in place.

"Killian's got this," they heard Leroy say behind them.

"I don't know...Mulan is one tough cookie. She definitely knows how to handle herself," Granny countered.

"Care to make a wager?"

"20 bucks?" Granny asked.

"You're on sister," Leroy said confidently.

The grip was already starting to become clammy as Killian said, "Last chance to back out, lass."

"Not a chance."

"Then in three...two...one…"

Killian got the drop on her fast, almost pushing her arm down immediately, but Mulan quickly recovered, pushing his arms straight up once again. The veins in both their arms soon bulged out from under the skin, a sheen of sweat covering their faces. Before Killian knew it, his wrist hit the stool, signaling Mulan's victory.

"Impressive, Lady Mulan, to the victor goes the spoils. The next round is one me."

"Gracious in the hands of defeat. An admirable trait for a pirate," Mulan said as she smiled.

"You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over? Let's see how you handle darts." Behind them, both Ruby and Emma groaned while Leroy grumpily handed Granny a twenty-dollar bill.