Dough thief
A guest asked for a oneshot of Snow making cookies for a bake sale but the dough has to be left in the refrigerator overnight before baking (although by the sound of it to those of us in Britain you're talking about biscuits, not cookies!) Emma comes home from work late and hungry and eats the dough. She wakes up with a bad stomach ache and doesn't want to go to work, but Snow has no sympathy for her.
Snow gently wrapped Charming's knuckles as he tried to stick his finger in the mixing bowl.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed, rubbing his now sore hand.
"Well that's what you get for trying to steal some of the dough." She told him off. "I need all of it to make the biscuits for the sale. We're trying to reach five hundred dollars for the new roof fund for the school."
"Alright, message received and understood. Dough thieves will suffer physical harm." Snow just rolled her eyes and got her rolling pin out to kneed and stretch it out.
It was late when the dough was ready to go in the fridge, and Snow was exhausted, but satisfied that these would make great biscuits. She collapsed into bed beside Charming ready for a good night's sleep…
Emma came back from the graveyard shift at the station at four that morning. She was starving. One of the main problems of a small town was there weren't many takeaways open in the early hours of the morning for Emma to get something to munch on. Instead she raided the fridge and found a goldmine- the dough. Emma didn't even stop to think that the dough might be needed the next day, she just thought about her growling stomach. She pulled it out of its little sandwich bag and grabbed a spoon, digging in. It was some of the sweetest dough she had ever tasted. She was practically drooling as she ate it. She probably should have stopped halfway through, but it was just so good. She finished the whole lot, dumping the now empty bag in the bin and heading up to bed.
When Emma woke up the next morning her stomach was in agony. It seemed like her intestines were mutinying against her. She stumbled down the stairs, clutching her belly. When she got into the kitchen, she found her mom glowering at her.
"Well look who's up?" She said moodily. "The biscuit dough thief. There was enough dough there for thirty biscuits you greedy sod!"
"Sorry." Emma moaned, slouching down on the couch. "I was hungry and it looked…and tasted…good. Although it's certainly mad at me too. I don't think I can face going into the station today…"
"Oh no." Snow said, moving over and shooing her off the couch. "If I have to go to that bake sale either empty handed or with store bought biscuits, you're going to work with a belly full of sugar. Up, changed, go."
"Oh fine." Emma mumbled, getting back up. She hadn't meant any harm!