Snowball fight
FanOfMost asked for a oneshot of one of the adults throwing a snowball in the loft.
"It's really getting bad out there." Snow said, frowning as she peered out of the curtains into the snowstorm that was now raging through Storybrooke. "Do you think Emma and Henry will be ok? They should have been here at least ten minutes ago…" Charming came over and wrapped his arms snugly around Snow's waist, kissing her cheek.
"I'm sure they're both fine, Snow. Emma will just be playing it safe and driving slowly so she doesn't slide."
"I wish she had agreed to just call it off and come tomorrow for dinner instead." Snow sighed. The family always had dinner together on a Wednesday. Emma had told her parents she and Henry weren't going to let some poxy snow stop their family tradition.
"Me too, but you know Emma. She can be just as stubborn as-" Whack! Charming leapt about three feet in the air. Something icy cold had just walloped him on the back of the head.
"Alright mom!" Henry announced before he and Emma high fived.
"Hey!" Charming complained. "What was that?"
"Don't tell me you didn't have snowballs in the Enchanted Forest?" Emma asked, horrified. Snow rolled her eyes.
"Of course we had snowballs, Emma, we just didn't make a habit of throwing them indoors. Something not done in this world either." Snow pointed out. Emma grinned and raised her hand. The puddle created by the snowball Emma had just thrown evaporated into thin air.
"First time for everything." Emma said cockily. "It's warmer in here, I can put a barricade around the living room so Neal won't be disturbed, or any of the furniture broken. What do you say?" Snow and Charming looked at each other, having one of their silent conversations before turning back to Emma. Charming decided to answer for them both.
"We say, game on."
