Emma wanted to surprise Regina with a home-cooked dinner. Whenever Emma was in charge of dinner, she usually ended up ordering takeout. Which Regina hated.
"What are you doing?" Henry asked. He had come into the kitchen in time to see Emma pulling ingredients out of the fridge.
"Cooking," Emma said. "It's my night for dinner, so I thought that I'd try to cook instead of ordering takeout."
"So you want to burn the house down?" Henry asked.
"I'm not going to burn down the house!" Emma said indignantly. "I only got close one time."
"And that was the last time that you ever cooked," Henry pointed out.
"Shut up," Emma mumbled. "I can do this."
"I can't do this," Emma groaned. "How the heck does Regina do this? None of these instructions make sense."
Henry laughed. "What are you trying to make?"
"Baked chicken breast," Emma said.
"Ma," Henry scolded. "Why would you start out with something that takes so long to cook? Mom will be home soon."
"Because it should have been done by now if I had done it right!" Emma exclaimed. "Regina's right. I really can't cook."
Henry walked over to her and nudged her arm. "Why don't we work together?" he suggested. "We can pick a new recipe, and have it done in time."
Emma looked at him and smiled. Regina sure had raised him well.
"Grab the fire extinguisher!" Emma shouted over the beeping of the fire alarm. Henry ran over and grabbed it, coughing at all of the smoke.
Emma extinguished the fire before opening as many windows as she could. Hopefully the smoke and smell went away before Regina got home from work.
"What is going on in here?" Regina asked. She stared wide-eyed at the complete destruction of whatever Henry and Emma had tried to make.
"We tried to make dinner," Emma said sheepishly.
"You tried to cook again?" Regina asked. She walked into the kitchen and put down her things before helping to clean up.
"I can't keep ordering takeout every time that it's my night to make dinner," Emma argued.
"You also can't keep almost burning down the house," Regina countered.
"What is with you and Henry and accusing me of burning down the house?" Emma asked. "It hasn't ever gotten that bad!"
"Not yet," Henry mumbled. Emma glared at him.
"I appreciate you trying," Regina said. "But you really can't cook."
Emma stuck her tongue out at Regina before going back to cleaning up. "I'll show you," she said. "One day, I'm going to make a meal without any destruction."
Regina walked into the house and smelt something delicious...and very much not takeout. "Emma?" she called.
"In the kitchen," Emma called back. Regina walked into the kitchen, and froze at what she saw. Emma had cooked a meal. An actual meal. And the kitchen was still intact.
"You actually made dinner?" Regina asked. Her mouth hung open, and Emma couldn't help but laugh.
"I did," she replied. "I told you that I would."
"Look at you," Regina teased. "My little girl is getting so big."
"Oh shut up," Emma said. She couldn't help but smile though. She had just proven Regina wrong.
"What?" Regina asked. "You're looking at me and smirking."
"Just thinking," Emma said. Regina looked at her expectantly.
"Who can't cook now?" she teased. Regina just laughed.