Emma sipped her warm hot chocolate, the smell of cinnamon wafting up to her nose. The black and
white newspaper was splayed in front of her, as she read about the daily usual going on in Storybrooke.
The savior tried to ignore the dark-haired pirate who was sitting at Granny's counter, drinking some
beer in a crystal mug, but it wasn't a panicking thing for her. Now if it was Neil, Emma would probably
have already tried to run out of the room by now. But she was used to his presence, and she even found
it relaxing sometimes. Okay, maybe not sometimes. Mostly all the time. But Ruby snapped her out of her
thoughts when she walked up, bearing a huge grilled cheese sandwich. "Thanks. Yum." Emma
responded to the delicious smell by licking her lips. "No probs, Princess Emma." Ruby hurried away
before Emma could snap at her about the royalty nickname. The stupid dwarves had started calling her
that, and Emma almost literally threw mug at Grumpy. It didn't bother her too much, but it was still
annoying. Footsteps roused her from her thoughts as she saw Hook in front of her, taking half of her
grilled cheese sandwich and took a bite, winking, "Don't stop daydreaming on my account, Princess." He
grinned and walked out of the diner with her half of sandwich, leaving Emma vaguely remembering that
comment on the Jolly Roger.