Act like a child, treated like a child

Phoebs Lyle asked for a oneshot of Snow baking something for a dinner at Granny's and Emma keeps on trying to take a bit. She is warned multiple times (eventually with her full name). When Snow turns her back, Emma takes a large bit. Snow puts her in the naughty corner for half an hour. After her timeout is over, she tells Emma she'll be going to bed early that night. Emma is 29 and still living at home.

"Emma Swan." Snow said dangerously. She didn't even have to turn around to know that Emma was, once again, about to dip a spoon into the brownie batter Snow was preparing for the pot luck dinner at Granny's. Emma grinned sheepishly, backing away.

"Can you blame me? That stuff is like crack. It's pure perfection, mama." Emma said, using the 'm' word to try and get out of trouble. Snow just rolled her eyes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. But be warned about acting like a child, Emma dearest, I might just decide to treat you like one." Snow warned her. Emma raised an eyebrow. What was that supposed to mean? She decided she was best not asking. She snuck out of the kitchen, thinking of how best to get her brownie batter fill without receiving a lecture to wash it down. Emma knew she just had to bide her time. Her mom was also making a main course to take along with them. Soon, she'd be opening the oven to check on that. The noise would mask the sound of Emma being in the kitchen. If she was quick, she'd get a great big scoop of brownie goodness and her mom would be none the wiser.

Emma waited until she saw her mom approached the oven. She edged right up to the door and…now! The over door was open. Emma sprinted across the kitchen in a way that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money. She had her spoon at the ready. She plunged it into the bowl and…slam. The oven door closed earlier than Emma anticipated. She stood there, spoon dripping brownie batter. Snow turned and glowered at Emma, hands on her hips. Emma smiled back sheepishly, dumping the batter back into the bowl. Caught red handed.

"It's just too good." Emma tried to defend herself. But Snow was having none of it.

"I warned you, Emma Ruth." Snow said, taking her phone out her pocket. "If you want to act like a child, I'll treat you like one." Emma gulped. "Right, that's the timer set. Go stand in the corner, facing the wall." Snow ordered. Emma's eyebrows just about hit the ceiling.

"You cannot be serious!" She squeaked. The look her mother gave her in return told her she was indeed very serious.

"I clearly can't trust you to be in a room alone without causing mischief. Corner. Now." Snow ordered her. "Don't make things worse for yourself." Emma sighed. She stomped over to the corner. She grumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall. Snow set the timer to start, Maybe Emma would learn from this.

About halfway through, Charming came in to see if Snow needed a hand. He saw Emma standing at the corner and Snow's phone was on the countertop, timer open. He swivelled around and walked straight back the way he came. Nope. He was not getting involved in this!

The alarm on Snow's phone went off, signalling that Emma's half hour was up.

"Right, that's you." Snow said. Emma turned around and made a beeline for the exit. "Hold your horses." Snow said, grabbing her arm gently. "We're not done here." Emma sighed. Wasn't that bad enough? "Why did I put you in the corner?" She asked.

"For taking brownie batter when I was told not to." Emma grumbled. Snow nodded.

"Anything to say for yourself?"

"Sorry." Emma mumbled, although it didn't sound particularly sincere. Snow nodded briskly.

"Good. You'll still be coming to the dinner this evening since I clearly can't trust you to be at home alone. However, you will decide to take an early evening when we get back around nine, I think." Snow said warningly. Emma's eyes narrowed. Her mother had basically just told her she was going to bed early. "Try me, Emma." Snow warned her. "I can make this a lot harder." Emma counted to ten to remain calm. She didn't doubt that her mother could- and would- make this more difficult if she rebelled. She would swallow down her early bedtime, and remember never to mess with her mother's cooking ever again.