Neal patted her head as he left the table. Emma studiously ignored him.
Snow got up to pay the bill and say goodbye to Red, leaving her husband and daughter at the table.
"Sorry," David said, a puppy dog-like apologetic look upon his face.
"It's fine," Emma forgave him shortly.
After a moment of silence, David spoke again.
"I can see you and I have the same weakness," he told Emma tugging at his hair to remind her of the pigtails, "Neither of us is any good at saying no to your mother."
Emma rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement. When it came to something Mary Margaret really wanted, Emma found all her sides were soft sides.
"It's her eyes. They're just so hopeful when she's asking for something."
"Yup," Emma concurred. "And the sad face when you don't agree."
"Oh god, the sad face," David winced, "I usually give in before then. It kills me."
Emma smiled at him.
"That's sweet. You realise you're a pushover, right?"
"Like father, like daughter," David returned with a shrug.
"Only with her."
"And Henry," David pointed out.
"And Henry," Emma agreed.
"Thank-you," he added, "For making her happy. I haven't seen her like this in a very long time. You are a very good daughter."
Emma dropped her eyes and squirmed at the compliment, still not entirely used to all this mushiness.
"The pigtails suited you by the way," teased David, breaking the serious atmosphere, "You should wear your hair like that more often."
"Shut up," Emma retorted with a smile.