The morning Neal was supposed to meet Emma to get the lamp started out with a tranquil breakfast between father and son. Neal had gotten some muffins and things to go, not wanting to risk running into Milah again until the plan to get rid of her was more concrete. As he sat reading the paper, he stared at his father, who had a pair of tweezers out and was picking things out of his muffin with them.

"What are you doing?" He asked, putting the paper down. "Are you literally tweezing your muffin?"

"Yes," Rumple replied, keeping his eye on his work as he added a raisin to the pile of things he'd already taken out and placed on a napkin. "This muffin contains a number of things I don't care for. Currants, a husk of something…" He paused and pulled it out before throwing it away. "Away, wrinkly thing!"

Neal scoffed. "You know, when you and Mom straighten things out, I'm gonna miss these tranquil mornings: me reading the paper and you tweezing things out of your muffin. Such memories."

"I didn't need the sarcasm," Rumple told him, put the tweezers down, and then bit gingerly into the muffin. "I missed a raisin!" He cried, spitting into a napkin. "I missed a raisin!"

Neal rolled his eyes, got up, and then set a bowl, a spoon, some cereal, and the milk in front of him. "Have that instead if you don't like the muffins," He told his father. "Are you still gonna come with Henry, Emma, and me to get the lamp out of my storage?"

"Yes, I really think you need me there," Rumple nodded as he poured milk over his corn flakes. "How in the world you managed to get that lamp all the way to a storage place without something going wrong is beyond me."

"Well, this isn't the first time I've ever handled magic," Neal told him. "I can do it without anything going wrong."

"Even so," Rumple countered, "I would feel much better if I was there with you."

"Of course," Neal nodded. "You're invited. Even if you don't have magic."

"Good," Rumple said and stood up. "When do we go? And even if I don't have magic, I have years of knowledge to fall back on, thank you very much."

"Not until Henry gets done with school," Neal told him. "So you still have some time. But I'm sure you won't mind cause it gives you a chance to go see Belle."

Rumple smiled, grabbed his cane from by his chair, and then went to dress himself, walking around with a spring in his step as he returned to the kitchen. "You make a very good point," he said. "Working at the library will make the day pass by quickly indeed."

"Although based on how you and Belle feel about one another, I question how much work you actually get done," Neal smiled.

"Well, that's not any of your business, is it?" Rumple asked.

But he was smiling, and when he and Neal reached the library, he approached Belle at the desk with a smile. "Hello," he greeted her.

"Hello," she said with a smile. "I got a new set of books today. Ready to help me label and shelve them? You're looking very fit today, Mr. Gold."

"Of course," Rumple nodded and followed her to the back room after telling Neal goodbye. "I'm always ready to help." He then looked down at himself. "And thank you for noticing. I really do try and take care of myself the best I can."

Neal smiled and shook his head as he watched his father be led back to the room full of books that had yet to be shelved, and be kissed by Belle before they set to getting the books in order. He was glad that she was a distraction from all the craziness, cause his father really needed it.

Neal spent some of the day in Rumple's room, then went to eat lunch and then stopped by the police station to talk to Emma. "Are we still gonna bring Henry with us when we go get the lamp?" He asked. "Or do you just want it to be the two of us?" He paused. "Well, the two of us and my father. He wants to come too because he's worried about me handling magical objects without his help. Somethings just don't change."

"Well, honestly, I don't blame him," Emma replied. "Granted, I don't know much about genies but I have a feeling that they all aren't as nice as the one voiced by Robin Williams." She smiled. "What do you know about genies? Are they dark? Should I make sure I have my gun handy?"

"Well, genies are subservient creatures for the most part, although sometimes they resent it so things can get dangerous if you get one like that," Neal told her. "So until we know exactly what sort of genie we're dealing with, having your gun handy would be a good idea." Then she asked the question he'd been prepared for.

"If they're dangerous enough that I might need my gun, should we really be bringing Henry?"

"I think it'll be all right," Neal assured her. "Between you, me, and my father, Henry should be safe."

"True," Emma nodded. "And I did promise him he could come already. No point in disappointing him now unless I want to hear about it for a really long time."

"We'll make sure he's okay, I promise." Neal assured her. "Nothing bad will happen to him."

With that in mind, they went to pick Rumple up from the library, giving Rumple just enough time to make a date with Belle for that night before they left the library and headed for Henry's school.

"Today's the day we get the lamp, right?" Henry asked eagerly as he got in the backseat and belted himself in. "You're not lying to me about that, are you?"

"Of course not," Neal assured him as they pulled out of the school parking lot. "We promised you that you could come, so you get to come. But be careful, though. Some genies are not as nice as you think. So stay back and let us handle it until we're sure you won't be hurt."

"All right, I'll be careful," Henry assured his father. "I promise."

After a short drive, they reached a nondescript white building and headed inside, where they went through another door, finding themselves face to face with a green vault that took up the whole wall. It had a combination lock on it and the door looked heavy.

"Is it in there?" Henry asked as they stared at it. "And you remember the combination, don't you?"

"Of course I do, buddy," Neal told him. "I wouldn't put a bunch of highly magical stuff in a safe and then forget the combination." He then entered the combination while the others looked away, and then with a gesture from Neal, they followed him into the vault.

"Wow," Henry said as he looked around in awe. "There's a lot of stuff in here, isn't there? Can I touch it?"

"I'd be careful what I touch if I were you, Henry," Rumple told him as he put a hand on his grandson's shoulder. "Let your father get the lamp and then we'll go."

"You want my help?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Neal nodded. "It probably wouldn't hurt." They walked through the piles of stuff, and, like her son, Emma was tempted to touch some of it, especially if it was shiny. She would get close to objects and then quickly pull her hand away while walking backward as fast as she could.

"Being in here is a lot harder than I thought it would be," she confessed to Neal. "So much temptation. I don't know how you avoid it."

"I know all these objects are magic," he told her and then nodded in his father's direction. "And I know what happens when magic becomes too much. That's what stops me from wanting to be greedy, even when the urge hits."

Finally, they found the shiny gold lamp among the piles of stuff and brought it back to Rumple and Henry. "Here it is," Neal presented it to his son. "Here's the lamp."

"It's smaller than I thought it would be," Henry said.

"Well, you know how it is for genies," Emma smiled. "Phenomenal cosmic powers. Itty-bitty living space." She, Neal, and Henry all burst into simultaneous laughter while poor Rumple, who didn't get the reference, stood leaning on his cane and looking lost.

"What's everyone laughing about?" He asked at last. "Will someone please tell me?"

"It's a line in a movie," Henry told him. "You'll have to come over so I can show it to you sometime."

"All right," Rumple nodded with a smile. "I'd like that." He looked at Neal. "Now that we have the lamp, are you ready to go, son?"

"Yeah, just a second," Neal told him and headed toward a gold statue of a monkey that was covered in rubies and emeralds. "I don't remember getting this," he said, picking it up. "Huh. I probably got it a while ago and forgot about it. Yeah," he assured himself. "That has to be right." They took the lamp and left the vault, and once the door closed, the statue turned into Zelena, who headed back to Milah.

"Were we right?" Milah asked. "Did they get the genie's lamp?"

"Yes," Zelena nodded, her eyes narrowing. "Undoubtedly to trap one or both of us."

"So what do we do?" Milah asked. "How much trouble are we in?"

"Oh, don't worry," Zelena assured her. "Genies are powerful. But not indomitable. We'll get it under our control somehow. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Milah nodded. "I trust you. Don't worry about that."

After Rumple left to go on his date with Belle, Emma showed up just by chance.

"I thought your dad would be gone by now," She said as she shut the door behind her and Neal helped her remove her coat. "And I hope you don't mind Chinese."

"I love Chinese," Neal told her and took it to the coffee table where they just opened two random cartons of food after Neal went and got spoons and forks and Emma pulled out chopsticks. "So if you're here," he asked, "Where's Henry?"

"Spending the night at a friend's house," Emma smiled. "After being at the vault today, he couldn't wait to see his friends and brag." She smiled. "I actually had a good time getting that lamp."

"Yeah, me too," Neal nodded. "Still a little weirded out by that golden monkey, though."

"Well, if it really bothers you, we can go check it out later," Emma told him.

"All right," Neal nodded.

They finished their Chinese, watched a little TV, and then, after a glass of wine, they both decided to head to bed.

"Do you really wanna do this?" Emma asked as they got through his bedroom with their arms around each other. "It's…it's been a long time."

"I want to if you want to," Neal told her. "It doesn't have to turn into anything serious if you don't want it to."

"All right," Emma nodded. "That sounds good to me." They kissed again as they pulled off each other's clothes and left them in a pile by the bed, climbed in, and pulled each other close until they were both tired and wrapped in one another's arms, with Neal's fingers threaded in Emma's blonde hair as he kissed her forehead and watched her eyes close as her head pushed back against the pillow.