Times tables

Noddy's haggis asked for a oneshot of Neal asking Emma to help him with his times tables. Emma struggles too so Snow has to help them both.

"Forty one?" Neal asked, unsure of himself. Emma shook her head. "No kid, just add seven on from the last number." She instructed him, as she frantically tried to work out the answer herself.

"Umm…." Neal said, puzzled. He tried to work it out using his fingers, but got lost halfway through.

"Oh I don't know." He sighed, pushing the homework jotter away from him. "This is stupid. Why do I even need to know my six times tables anyway?" He complained.

"It's not stupid. Times tables are important." Emma tried to argue. "You'll use them lots as a grown up."

"If they're so important how come you don't know them?" Neal challenged her, Emma felt her cheeks beginning to heat up.

"I do so!" She squeaked.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Neal called her bluff.

"Fine. Zero. Six. Twelve. Eighteen. Twenty-two…wait, that can't be right. Twenty-six? No…" Emma put her face in her hands. "Whatever kid. It's not my homework. Do as I say, not as I do."

"Or, how about you both get out some of the counters Neal has to help him and we sort this out?" Snow suggested from the doorway. "Emma's right Neal. Knowing your tables is important, even if it's frustrating learning them. That's why Emma's going to learn them with you." Snow told her kids.

"Fine." They both sighed in unison. Snow smiled, coming over to the table with them. Emma moodily rested her head against her hand. Having a parent who's a teacher was no fun.