Hello, wonderful readers! Here we have a request for David and Mary Margaret explaining Valentine's Day to Killian. Kinda short but hopefully cute and sweet, enjoy!


29. Valentine

"So let me get this straight," Killian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as suggestions and rules and etiquette bounced around in his head like a pinball. "I have to take her out to dinner -"

"Some place nice," David interrupted.

Mary Margaret nodded. "Where you have to get dressed up a little."

"Right," Killian continued, "and then I bring her flowers."

"Preferably her favorite," Mary Margaret added.

Killian drew a blank. "What if I don't know her favorite flower?"

"Roses," David replied simply.

"How about in her favorite color?" Killian asked, but he had barely gotten the words out before Mary Margaret's eyes seemed to almost bulge out of her head.

"Oh no, oh no, no, no," she warned. Even David was shaking his head. "They have to be red."

"Red says, 'I love you,' " David explained.

"Pink is okay," Mary Margaret said. "Pink is more like, 'I appreciate you,' in a sweet, endearing way."

Killian thought he was beginning to develop a headache. "Flowers have meanings?"

The couple nodded fervently. "So definitely no yellow," David continued. "Yellow is friendship."

"And white is more for marriage."

"Orange is just odd, definitely don't get -"

Killian threw up his hands. "Okay, okay, got it. Red roses only." He sighed audibly. Nice dinner, red roses. "What else? You said something about chocolate?"

Again, the couple nodded. "Chocolates are pretty much a Valentine's Day staple."

"And do different kinds of chocolate have meanings I should know about? Dark? Milk? White?"

"Of course not," Mary Margaret laughed, as if it was a ridiculous notion. How was he supposed to know? "Just get her favorite."

Dark chocolate it was then. Nice dinner, red roses, dark chocolate. "And a gift, too, you said?"

"Usually jewelry of some kind is the way to go," David said.

"Although," Mary Margaret added thoughtfully, "this technically is your first Valentine's Day, so you don't have to go above and beyond with a gift."

David nodded in agreement with his wife. "You would probably be better off getting her something that can remind her of you, or something that symbolizes your relationship."

Killian racked his brain. Symbols of their relationship? Sword fights? Magic beans?

"Or you can do something nice for her," Mary Margaret suggested. "You know, a romantic gesture. You could cook her dinner."

"Wait, I thought I was taking her out to dinner?"

Mary Margaret gave a slight shrug. "Either works, as long as it's romantic."

"And make a good dessert," David added.

"Dessert?" Killian questioned. "But I'm getting her chocolate."

Mary Margaret shook her head, slowly. "The chocolate isn't part of the dinner."

Nice dinner, in or out. Dark chocolate. Dessert that isn't chocolate. Red roses. Maybe jewelry, probably not a magic bean.

Killian's head was spinning.

He regretted ever asking about this St. Valentine guy and why on earth he got his own day marked on calendars.


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