Painting
A guestasked for a oneshot of Emma coming to the loft around Charming's birthday and Snow is helping Neal to make a craft with his handprint as a present. Emma awkwardly asks if she can make one.
When Emma entered her parent's kitchen, she first thought that some kind of paintball battle had raged through the room. Or perhaps some kind of paint bomb, aimed to take out the royal family? On closer inspection, however, Emma discovered that it was, in fact, her mother doing arts and crafts with her baby brother.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find non-toxic paint in this town?" Snow hissed. Emma restrained herself from pointing out it was probably a good idea that she had, considering more of the paint was on Neal rather than the paper. She decided to steer the conversation away from the mess.
"What are you making, anyway?" Emma asked, trying to guess what was supposed to be on the paper.
"Oh, it's just a silly handprints thing for your dad's birthday. I thought it would be cute." Snow explained. Emma nodded slowly. Snow peered at her closely. "Penny for your thoughts?" Snow asked her. Emma bit her lip.
"Nah, it's nothing." Emma said, chickening out, but Snow knew better by now than to let things like this slide.
"No, tell me." Snow said, taking Emma's hand. "Please." Emma looked between the paper, her messy brother, and her stressed out mother.
"It's alright if you're overstretched already, but I was just wondering if, maybe…maybe I could do one too? Just for a laugh." Emma said, going pink. Snow smiled. She loved how adorable Emma could be.
"I think that sounds like a lovely idea." She said, picking up a paintbrush. "What colour do you want your hand, sweetheart?"
A couple of days later, Charming would receive the fruits of their labour. A beautifully cheesy card with mismatching sized handprints with Snow's handwriting beside it reading: "hands down, you're the best dad ever." It would warm Charming's heart to no end, and that little card would find its way into Charming's little box of keepsakes for him to look at on rainy days. Or any day he felt like, really. It was simply perfect.
