Height
Now here we have a mystery. I definitely wrote this and posted it into my docs, but somehow must have deleted it! So I am very sorry for the wait (and this is where someone points out I have posted this chapter and I'm just being a complete numpty). Here it is, Snow being teased for being the shortest in the house but when she makes Emma take her boots off all is not as it would seem…
"Charming!" Snow called out, frustrated. "Stupid tin of beans. Such a stupid place to put it." She grumbled, again trying to swipe at the tin on top of the cupboard from where she stood on a stool. She heard someone coming into the kitchen.
"Can I help?" Emma asked, trying not to giggle at the sight of her mother on the stool. Snow shook her head.
"No, I need your father." She sighed. Charming came in, grinning.
"My Queen called for me?" He said in his usual charming manner. Snow hopped down from the stool and pointed back up to the top of the cupboard.
"Can you get the tin of beans from up there?" She asked. Charming nodded, getting up onto the stool and grabbing the beans without any trouble. He came back down and passed them to Snow.
"Thanks." She said, going to the drawer to find the tin opener.
"No bother, sweetie. Being the munchkin of the house you're bound to need a hand every now and again." Snow turned back around, her eyes narrowed dangerously at Charming and Emma's near identical cheeky grins.
"Munchkin?" She asked in a low tone. Charming's smile didn't falter. He knew where the line was, he could tease a little more.
"Yes, you're our munchkin, the shortest adult in the house. Is your neck sore from looking up at us all the time?" At this Emma let out a guffaw of laughter. Snow wasn't going to take this. She wasn't the shortest and she knew it.
"I am not the shortest adult in this household." She said calmly, motioning her head to Emma. "She is." Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, wanna bet?" She asked. Snow smirked back.
"Take your boots off and come stand back to back with me. I know they have a little heel." Snow said. Emma's smile faded. Maybe she was shorter. But she knew her parents wouldn't let this go now so sighing, she unzipped her boots and kicked them to the side and walked over, standing back to back with Snow. The look on her father's face said it all. She was shorter than Snow.
"Well there you go Emma, it appears you're our munchkin." He said jokingly. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I'm going to go read or something." She grumbled.
"Alright, my little princess. Remember, that's what you'll always be. My little princess." Charming teased her. Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes again as she left the room. Charming turned his grin to his wife.
"Have I enraged our munchkin?" He asked. Snow smiled, happy to have proved herself to be right.
"Nothing some mac and cheese won't fix."