summary: Just a little baby bit regarding how Killian managed to find out what food Emma prefers. (post 4x13 fic)
grilled cheese and onion rings
He discovers what kind of lunch she enjoys over time, watching and studying her as they sit together at Granny's. He never asks her about it, nor does he need to.
He knows a lot about his Swan based solely on the things he's observed. She likes to read during her down time. She likes to bake, when the kitchen equipment is cooperative. She covets mealtimes as if they are sacred.
Sometimes she likes to have warm comfort foods, like macaroni and cheese or a cheeseburger. Sometimes she enjoys French fries, but she has to be in the mood for them. He hasn't quite figured out how to tell when it is she prefers the long potato sticks to the onions shaped like rings.
He asks her about it one afternoon while she's happily munching on her grilled cheese with American and cheddar between two toasted slices of bread. "Which do you prefer? Onion rings or French fries?"
Emma shrugs, reaching for her glass of water. "Onion rings."
Killian hums. "And why is that?"
She shrugs again. "Crunchiness? I don't know. Fries can be wimpy sometimes." She furrows her brow. "Why do you want to know?"
He cracks a smile. "No reason, love. Just curious."
Emma's smile is sweet and she tilts her head onto her shoulder before reaching across the table to take his hand. "Grilled cheese with onion rings always does the trick for me."
And so, a few weeks later, he brings her a lunch of grilled cheese and onion rings.