It was early morning, just after sunrise, and David Nolan sat at the bar drinking coffee, simply enjoying the silence. It was a rarity. He sipped at the brew and thought about what he'd do today. It was Saturday, so it was only him in the sheriff's office today. Emma was going to spend the day with Henry, and possibly Jones. David had seen him with Emma at Granny's the week before, so it wouldn't surprise him if they decided to spend a little more time together.

What did surprise him was the pirate intruding on his coffee alone time, wearing his pajama pants and apparently nothing else. I'm gonna have to burn those now. Or just give them to him. And make sure I never see them again. Ever.

Killian shuffled into the kitchen, yawned, and proceeded to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Morning, mate."

David could only remain speechless and stare as Killian turned to the stove and turned on the burner and slid the skillet over it. David was about to ask what the hell he was doing when Killian opened the fridge door and grabbed the eggs and butter, then looked around for the salt and pepper. He found them on the bar near David's elbow.

The smell seemed to wake him up again and David shook his head.

"Jones."

Without turning he answered, "Yes?"

"My first question: Why are you wearing my pajama pants?"

Killian looked down at the striped sleepwear and shrugged. "Emma said I should wear these if I left the bedroom." He picked up the pepper and dashed twice. "I left the room. Second question?"

"How in hell do you successfully crack an egg with one hand? I've been trying since I woke up from that damn coma."

Killian turned around and smiled smugly. "Easy, mate. Centuries of practice. I'm not finished yet. I could show you."

And that's the sight Emma and Snow walked in on 30 minutes later.

"David, I swear, I couldn't do a worse job if I smashed the thing with my hook."

"Well I'm sorry, pirate. I'm a sheep herder, not a damn chef."

Emma and Snow took one look at each other and burst out laughing.