Sketching
Amy asked for a oneshot of Emma staring at Snow as she writes (as Snow believes) in a notebook. Snow asks her what she's doing but Emma refuses to tell her. Snow takes the notebook and finds that Emma has sketched a very accurate drawing of her.
Snow could feel Emma's eyes burning a hole right through her. She kept looking over to her for a few seconds before her eyes flickered back to her notebook and she wrote something else down. Snow did her best to ignore it and continue preparing dinner but it was very off putting. Did Emma not realise that she knew she was staring? She had been a bandit- that required fairly heightened senses! Eventually, Snow had to speak up.
"Are you practicing writing a physical profile of a perp or something?" Snow asked, sitting the pasta sauce. "Because I must say the creepy staring and secret scribbling in your notebook is going about it in a bit of a creepy Pornstache type prisoner officer kind of way."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Emma said, denying her mom's accusations. "I'm just writing down a shopping list. When I look up to think you happen to be in my line of vision. That's all, no need to get paranoid on me."
"Oh is that so?" Snow said. She left the sauce to simmer and strode over, swiping the little notepad up from under Emma's nose.
"Hey!" Emma protested. She tried to grab it back, but Snow held it out of reach. She looked up expecting to see writing, but found instead a pencil sketch. A very accurate pencil sketch of her.
"It was meant to be a surprise. An anonymous surprise." Emma grumbled.
"What were you going to do, post it through the letterbox?" Snow asked her. Emma's silence told her that had indeed been her plan. Snow looked at the sketch in awe. "I don't know why you wouldn't want me to know this was from you, it's gorgeous, sweetheart. You have a real talent here."
"You think?" Emma said, sounding a bit embarrassed still. Snow reached down and cupped Emma's cheek,
"I know." She responded. "I'm going to keep this in my handbag at all times. That way, when I'm feeling down, I can look at it, and be reminded of you."
"You don't have to do that." Emma said, going red. "You can throw it out if you want…"
"I will do no such thing." Snow responded. "I mean it. I will treasure this always. Just like I treasure Neal's first drawing." Of course, Emma realised. To her mom it was kind of like a milestone. She was now glad her mom had sussed her out, the look on her face was worth the embarrassment.