Emma and Henry sat in a booth eating ice cream.
"So how's it coming?" Emma asked looking over at the picture Henry was drawing.
"Not so well," He admitted, "I can't remember all of it," he said still drawing attentively.
"Hmm," Emma said taking a lick of her chocolate ice cream cone, "well don't worry, I'm sure it will come to you." She gave him an encouraging smile. Henry looked up at her.
"Really, you think so?" Emma nodded.
"I know so," she said nudging him; he smiled back up at her.
"Well come on eat your ice cream," She said, "I have a feeling Madam Mayor is a stickler for time," Emma said making a face. Henry giggled and took a bite of his cookie-dough ice cream.
When they had finished their ice cream, Emma got up and dumped their napkins while Henry put his drawings away.
"You ready," she asked walking up to the table.
"Yeah," He said sliding out of the booth. Emma took his backpack and they started walking towards the door.
"Oh hang on a second," Emma said stopping at the door. She walked back over towards the counter.
"What is it?" Henry asked walking behind her.
"I'm getting Mr. Gold a cone, what flavor do you think he'd want?" She asked fishing in her pocket for a few dollars. Henry looked at her.
"What? Why would you do that?" He asked.
"Well," Emma said pulling out a crumbled five, "I had to leave him alone with the Mayor, I think that's torture and reason enough," she said.
"Oh," -he rested his arms on the counter- "I think you should get him two then."
Emma looked down at him.
"Alright then," She said with a small laugh. "A two scoop vanilla ice cream cone, please."
-End.
a/n: After watching Skin Deep, me and my older siblings were wonder if Emma ever did get Mr. Gold the ice cream cone he asked for at the end. We thought "Yeaaaah, she did." So I decided to write a little fic about it. Hope you liked it!...AHHH I can't wait for the next episode!