If there's one thing Freya Beauchamp isn't known for, it's keeping her calm. Therefore, it shouldn't have come as a surprise to Killian (her (ex?) fiancé) that she didn't fly into his arms weeping upon his return.

Instead, he's greeted by flying stuff she's creating out of thin air. Additionally she threatens to use more magic against him. To hex him. There's no repercussions for selfish magic use. This is not Charmed. This is the real world.

"Freya...", Killian tries. It doesn't work. She knows her name. He's hit by a fish.

"Ingrid showed me that trick", Freya tells him.

"Freya, please, you have to-"

"Oh, trust me, I don't have to do anything... do you like salmon?"

Kieran shrugs, confused. "I..."
"Don't bother." He's hit by a salmon. "Suits you."

Freya doesn't even pay attention to Killian. She's putting on lipstick. Her shift starts soon, she needs to get going. Her hands run through her hair. She whispers two words and a cloud materializes over Killian's head, pouring.

"Freya, please! This is not funny anymore!"

"You think? Well, looking for you the last couple of days wasn't funny either. Let me tell you." She checks the thermometer. It's not too cold outside, a light jacket will do. She grabs one of her denim ones. Not a lot of people can pull off jeans with denim jackets. Freya is one of them. One time she even wore jeans with a denim shirt, denim jacket and a denim hair band. It was a Grease themed party. Pretty fancy.

She pushes past Killian and his cloud, opens the door to show him out. "Would you mind? I don't think my mom will appreciate you getting water all over the hallway."

"Freya! Listen!"

"I did. I listened and I looked. For far too long. Bye!"

"But you weren't even looking for me", he exclaims, exasperated.

"WHAT?"

"I'm gonna kill him", she decides, sipping her cocktail. Tasting cocktails is kinda the best part of her job. Except for making people happy, obviously.

"I thought that too, in the beginning, but I reconsidered", Killian says. His hair is still a little wet. He's not getting any drinks tonight, because there's only one explanation for 'jumping into the sea for a little swim' when it's 57°F outside – being drunk. And they don't serve people who are already drunk here. He's having water.

"Really?" She can't believe him. "He swaps bodies with you, pretends to be you, stays with me..." Freya buries her head in her hands. Everything is spinning. She tries to remember – and at the same time not to remember – what happened with Kieran while he wasn't really himself. It's sickening.

Well. Now she can relate to Ingrid about the Mandragora.

"I know. I know." Killian shakes his head. "And that's unforgivable. Yet we can't kill him."
"Give me one good reason why", she snorts. "Two Magic Moon Mornings!"

"Actually, I have to." He leans forward to tell her, but retreats when the customers collect their drinks. Then they both lean forward, meeting halfway.

"I'm listening", Freya says. She knows how to say that phrase in a convincing way well enough from her schooldays.

"Ingrid", he says, "And Dash junior."

Their moment is gone. Their distance grows immediately. Uncomfortably.

"We don't know that", Freya says, running a hand down her arm.

"Chances are 50/50 as far as I'm concerned." Kieran shrugs. "And in my experience a bad parent is still better than no parent at all."

"Oh. Yeah. That."

"He wanted me to give Ingrid a message, actually", he says. "And I want to do that. Not for him, obviously. But for her. And my nephew." He smirks.

"Killian, maybe you should stop." Freya frowns.

"Why? Don't you think I'll be a great uncle? Take him out to baseball games and to watch Wagner's Ring..."

"Because she's not having that baby. Whether it's Dash's or the Mandragora's."