"Henry!" Killian bellowed from the kitchen, bowl grasped uncertainly in his hand. "Can you come down here a minute please?"
Shuffling above his head indicated the lad had heard him, and a moment later, Henry came sliding on socked feet into the kitchen, crashing into the counter.
"Yup?'
"Is this yours?"
"Nope."
"Then who's is it? It's vile, lad. Have you ever tried it?" Killian curled his lip slightly in memory.
"It's Jell-o. Of course I've tried it. It's good." Henry's eyebrows raised slightly, a fairly good imitation of his own.
"What are you boys doing?" Emma's voice, laughter carefully contained, came from the doorway, she was leaning casually against the wall, a smirk on her face as she watched Killian examine the wiggling yellow congealed mass at the bottom of the large bowl.
"Swan, what is this?"
"You know what it is."
Henry looked between them, shrugged and scurried back upstairs.
"We're not eating this." He half asked, half declared.
"Of course we are - you'll like it, I added rum."