Emma began to shuffle her feet uncomfortably under her parents' awed gazes and stared at the floor. After ten seconds of total silence, Emma risked a glance up at each parent in turn, then quickly looked at the floor again and huffed as her cheeks reddened. "Guuuys, stop staring. I know I look like a baby, but it's still just me."

David blinked and shook his head, his amazed expression turning to one of bewilderment. "Sorry, Emma. It's just... how did this happen?" He turned to Regina as he asked the question.

"Your daughter thought it was a good idea to go smelling potions without reading the label."

Emma turned on her and began defending herself immediately. "That's not what happened! Well... I mean technically yeah that's what happened. I just wanted to have a peek and... it smelled nice. But I didn't know potions could be inhaled!"

Snow finally came out of her daze at the sound of her daughter's distressed voice. She went to comfort her with a hand to the shoulder. "What's done is done," she told Emma with a reassuring smile. "How do we fix this?"

"We don't," Emma sighed. "It'll wear off on its own tomorrow."

David joined them on the other side of the counter. "Well, then. I guess we continue on with family dinner. With maybe a few alterations since you can't reach the table, Em." He went to grab a thick cushion from the couch. "Here," he said, placing it on a chair for Emma.

Emma smiled up at him shyly. "Thanks, Dad."

David smiled back down at her and placed a comforting kiss on her forehead, stroking her long hair. He hated seeing his normally confident daughter so unsure of herself.

Snow observed the heartwarming moment between father and daughter with a small smile and said brightly, "Ok, well, I'd better get dinner out of the oven. David, would you set the table? Henry, Killian and Zelena will be here soon."

David nodded and the pair made their way back to the kitchen as Regina sat on a bar stool at the island, and Emma squinted at the stool next to her trying to figure out how to follow suit. Regina offered her hand to help pull her up, which was gratefully accepted.

"Wine?" David asked Regina as he took a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from the fridge.

"Please," she responded as Emma successfully climbed up the stool with a triumphant grunt.

David poured a couple glasses and went to set the rest of the bottle and more glasses on the table. Emma helped herself to the glass in front of her. It'd been a stressful afternoon, she could use a drink. She'd already taken a few big gulps when Snow interrupted her with an alarmed, "What do you think you're doing?"

David turned to see her removing a half-empty glass of wine from Emma's hand.

"What? I'm not actually a kid." Emma looked more than a little annoyed to have her drink taken away.

"No, but you are in a kid's body. Which means absolutely no alcohol! What were you thinking?"

"Your mother's right, Emma. Your adult memories might be intact but you are essentially a small child right now," Regina said gently. Then, less gently, "So buckle up, because you just drank half a glass on an empty stomach."

Emma paled a bit as she thought about Zelena arriving soon. "Oh god."

David grabbed the bottle back off the table and topped up the glass in Snow's hand. "That was for your mother. I'm sorry, I should've said. Are you ok?" His face was crinkled up in concern and guilt.

Emma nodded, replying dejectedly, "It's not your fault I'm so stupid."

Regina chuckled. "You said it, not me."

The door opened and Emma's eyes flashed with panic. She visibly relaxed when she saw it was Henry and Killian, but David could tell she still felt pretty awkward about her situation.

"I got it," he said softly to her and gave her a wink, earning him a slight smile. Then he addressed the new arrivals who had just finished hanging their coats and were making their way over to join the group.

"Gentlemen. There's been a development. Emma here had a magical mishap. She's stuck like this until tomorrow."

Henry and Killian's gaze snapped to Emma on the stool.

"Mom?"

"Hey, kid."

"Who are you calling kid?" Henry retorted with an amused smile. "You're so cute!"

"Henry!" Emma cringed and she began blushing again.

Killian raised his eyebrow and smirked. "I'm afraid the lad's right, love. You're absolutely adorable."

A beet-red Emma groaned and rested her forehead on the counter. She wished the potion had kept shrinking her until she was invisible.

Killian put a sympathetic hand on her back and placed a reassuring kiss on her cheek, then frowned in concern. "Are you feeling all right, love? You feel rather warm."

"I may have had some wine without thinking," came her grumbled reply.

Killian smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Ah." Despite his amusement, he could see Emma was feeling quite self-concious. So he thought of a reason to get her out of the room for a bit. "Why don't we go wash up for dinner? I'll come give you a leg up."

Emma smiled at him gratefully and began to climb down off the stool. She hadn't noticed while she was sitting down, but the wine had started to affect her balance. She ungracefully stumbled off the stool and ended up sprawled out on her back on the floor. Before anyone could react, Emma was giggling uncontrollably.

As if planned, Zelena walked in at the same moment with baby Robin and stared quizzically at the laughing child laying on the floor. "Who's the munchkin?"

Emma's giggles turned to awkward laughter at Zelena's presence. She was never going to live this down, but she couldn't stop.

Regina answered as she went over to kiss her little niece. "That would be our very own Miss Swan. She inhaled my concentrated youth elixir."

Zelena chuckled and handed Robin over for Regina to have a cuddle. "Oh, rookie error. And why's she so... giggly?"

Regina was looking at Robin and spoke in a silly voice as she answered, "She had some wine, because she's a silly billy. Yes she is."

Zelena was laughing heartily now. "Oh, Swan. You have simply outdone yourself."

Emma had calmed down now and was curling herself into a ball against Killian, who had knelt down beside her. He reached his hand out. "Come on, love. I won't let you fall."

She wouldn't meet his eyes, but she grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her up and walk her to the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed behind them, he looked at her with concern. "Are you ok, Emma?"

She still wouldn't look at him. "This is humiliating."

Her pirate smiled gently at her. "It needn't be. We're all family here. Even Zelena. Giving people a hard time is her love language."

Emma finally met his eyes and he was relieved to see an amused sparkle in them. "How do you know about love languages?"

"I may have borrowed a book from your mother. I... kind of asked for advice on how to keep our marriage as successful as your parents'. If I'm not mistaken, your love languages are quality time and physical touch." Killian seemed both shy and proud at the admittance.

Emma, on the other hand, only looked touched. "I love you."

Killian tenderly grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. "I love you more." Then he swiftly grabbed her and stood up, eliciting a surprised laugh. "Now wash up and let's go eat."

Emma chuckled as she washed her hands, Killian holding her up so she could reach. "You can put me down, now."

He obliged, washed up himself, and they headed back out. The family was seated at a fully-set table while David finished carving the roast in the kitchen.

Snow came over immediately and knelt down to Emma's level. "Are you okay?" she inspected Emma's face and stroked her cheek. "I told Zelena to lay off my daughter or leave."

Emma smiled wide and threw her arms around her. "Thanks, Mom. I'm okay now. Sorry I was an idiot."

"Oh, Emma, don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure it's been a confusing afternoon for you. But this will all be over soon. And in the meantime, let's just try to pretend everything is normal. But without the wine." Snow winked and smiled back at her as they pulled away.

Emma laughed sheepishly. "Deal."