Emma enjoyed the music as she sat in a booth in the diner, watching the dwarves, Neil, Hook, and a
bunch of other fairytale creatures talk amongst themselves, laughing at jokes and drinking. Emma
herself had a hot chocolate, leaving the dwarves to the alcohol. Ruby was smiling and enjoying herself
along with waitressing, and she served one of the endless rounds for the dwarves. Then Grumpy did
something that Emma was highly angered by. "Hey, you're a princess! I just realized that! Let's call you,
Princess Emma!" The bounty hunter's eyes flashed up from her hot chocolate as she snapped, "You wouldn't." But
the dwarves were already calling her it, and Ruby joined them along with some others. "Oh my gosh."
The savior muttered, and she had an urging feeling to pick up one of Granny's ceramic plates and throw
it at him. Her mood was pretty fiery today. She tightened her grip on her mug, and downed the rest it,
slowly getting up. A huge wave of throw the mug at him came onto her, and she breathed deeply,
picking it up and weighing it with her hand. Emma knew she wasn't actually going to throw it, but half of
her wasn't so sure. But then, her stormy eyes connected with sea blue ones. Hook. Emma could read the
calming force, and she clunked the mug on the table and felt her anger ease. She walked past Hook's
intimidating gaze and gave him a slight glance, which he returned with a nod. In the cool night air, Emma
thought, Why is he always able to calm me down?