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Prompt-write one where Killian is struggling to adapt to the modern world

Welcome to the 21st Century, Pirate

"This should not be this hard!" Emma exclaimed.

"Well, I am sorry that this is all new to me, love." Killian faked apologized.

"Where is Henry when you need him?" She said under her breathe.

This had to be done. If Killian was going to live in Storybrooke, he had to learn how to use modern technology and had been in the dark about all of this for too long, but in between Storybrooke being frozen and Gold having his heart, there was not a lot of time to teach him much. They had waited a while before teaching him anything more complex than a phone and even that was quite a journey. It was felt that he would need a phone and Henry had landed the job of teaching him how to use it. He had adapted quickly, but other forms of technology were over his head.

"Okay. One more time. This is a laptop." She pointed to the object that was on the counter of her parent's loft. They were sitting in the chairs facing the kitchen, with a phone and a laptop set out in front of them.

"And you use it to search things on the interweb?" Killian said.

"Internet, but close enough. Good." Emma sighed,relieved.

"But I can do that on my phone too , can I not?" Killian question. He had a point, but she was not going to give in. If he was going to live in the 21st century, he had to at least understand what all of this stuff was, even if he was never going to use it.

"Yes." Emma said. She thought she had been home clear. "You can. But you can also do it on the laptop."

"Then what is the point of having both?" He asked her. She tried to keep in perspective that he had was not from this world and these convinces were completely foreign to him.

"Well, there are certain things that you can do on one that you can not do on the other. Like, you can type papers on the laptop-" She paused and he gave her a confused look. "We are not even going to bother with that. There are these things you can get on your phone. Apps."

"Apps?" He repeated, trying to make sense of the funny sounding word.

"Yes." Emma said, trying to remain patient. "Apps. They can be like games and stuff."

"Is that like the snapcheck Henry is always talking about?"

"Snapchat." She corrected him. "And yes. That is an app that lets you text though pictures. The picture messages that you send delete within ten seconds."

"Oh, that could be useful." He smirked. Emma just smacked his shoulder. "And what of this Candy Crunch?"

"Candy Crush. It is a game. Very pointless. Very addicting."

"Well, love, I can think of better ways to spend my time."

"So, does it all make sense?" She asked, ignoring his last comment.

"Aye, love. I think I understand. I do have one question, though. What is a toaster? Your mother and Granny talk often of it. Is it like a phone?"

She could not help but laugh. He raised an eyebrow at her and she leaned in to kiss him. He removed his hand from the counter where he had been playing with the phone and moved it to bring her closer to him. He smiled, clearly over the fact that she had laughed at him. Emma pulled away, to which he gave a little huff. She just rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand to bring him into the kitchen.

"This is a toaster." She explained to him." You stick bread in it and it becomes toast. Hence the name-toaster."

He started inspecting the contraption, poking buttons to see what would happen. He was cute trying to figure out how to work the did not look confused, but interested. He turned it a bit so he could see the slots and started to poke his hook into it. Emma grabbed his arm quickly.

'Okay, so don't do that."

"Why not, love?" He asked, sounding like a kid who had gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I'd rather you not get electrocuted."

"Electa-" He tried to repeat her word, but could not pronounce it."

"Don't do that again and you won't have to find out what it means." She said, pulling him away from the kitchen entirely.

"I take it from your tone that that is a bad thing." He deducted. She was having a hard time taking any of this seriously. Had her life really become trying to teach her pirate boyfriend what a toaster was in Snow White and Prince Charming's kitchen?

"It will kill you, pirate."

"I told you love, I am a survivor." He smirked.

"Well, why don't you tell the electricity that and see what it thinks?" Before he could give her another smart remark, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch. "Come on, I think we have earned some Netflix."

"Still don't really understand what that is, love." Killian confessed to her. He told her that every time she suggested that they watch something, which sadly had not been often. Free time was a rarity in Storybrooke and when it came about no one really knew what to do with it.

"You don't need to. Just stare at the T.V. and hold me on the couch, got it pirate?"

"Aye, aye Captain." He winked.

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