[ look, it's fine, David was a farmer. it makes sense that he's up at the crack of dawn on any given day, and ninety-nine percent of the time, Emma is grateful to come downstairs and find breakfast already made. she's not much of a morning person herself, but that's not entirely her fault. it used to be, but now there's Storybrooke with all its problems, and a job at the station that takes her attention at all hours. there are late nights and early mornings, so given the chance to sleep in, she always takes it.
except today, which Emma has proudly marked on her calendar with a red circle and set her alarm an hour early for.
the alarm goes off and she only lingers for a moment or two before forcing herself up. she stops into the bathroom to brush her teeth and grabs a robe off of the back of the door and wanders down to the kitchen still dressed in her pajamas, only to find that - of course - David is already awake and starting breakfast.
so much for a father's day surprise.]
You're up?
[ said as if it's not presently the most disappointing thing in the world to his adult daughter ( who seems to possess the emotional maturity of your average seven year old).]
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except today, which Emma has proudly marked on her calendar with a red circle and set her alarm an hour early for.
the alarm goes off and she only lingers for a moment or two before forcing herself up. she stops into the bathroom to brush her teeth and grabs a robe off of the back of the door and wanders down to the kitchen still dressed in her pajamas, only to find that - of course - David is already awake and starting breakfast.
so much for a father's day surprise.]
You're up?
[ said as if it's not presently the most disappointing thing in the world to his adult daughter ( who seems to possess the emotional maturity of your average seven year old).]