Jefferson and Emma sat stiffly outside of Granny's. Their children had set up this very unnecessary date and the two parents were willing to sit in discomfort rather than ruin the effort their children put in getting them here. The silence captured their table. Henry and Grace entered each with a plate of Granny's famous lasagna. As they served their parents Henry nudged Emma with his foot and motioned his head towards Jefferson with a look that said 'You better talk to him!' As the kids walked away Emma finally broke the silence.

"You kidnapped me." Emma accused.

"I was trying to help." Jefferson deflected.

"With a gun." She added.

"That you brought!" He reminded.

"Fine." Emma sighed placing her hands down on the table, "This isn't going to work like this." She unwrapped her napkin from around the utensils and placed it on her lap, "Our children are trying to do something nice for us and we're not helping by bickering like 5 year olds."

"Well you were the one who wouldn't believe." He said only proving her point more. "Sorry." He muttered mirroring Emma and releasing his napkin from around the silverware. "But I was right." He added.

When Emma looked up to chastise him she was surprised to see he had a smirk on his face. "You're joking?" Emma asked, "I didn't know the Mad Hatter had jokes."

"I didn't know Princesses were so rude."

Emma gaped at him, "Don't call me a Princess."

"Don't call me mad."

"Shut up." Emma hissed, "They're coming back."

"Can we get you anything else Papa?" Grace asked.

"The check." Emma kicked him under the table and Jefferson reached for his leg planting his face right in his lasagna. Emma snickered and so did Grace and Henry, "How about some pie then?" He said through gritted teeth. When the kids left for the pie Jefferson wiped his napkin across his face, "You think this is funny?" he asked as Emma tried to stifle her laughter into her hands.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Emma said trying to control her grin, "Um here." She handed him her napkin and as she spoke she couldn't help but laugh again, "You still have some of Granny's lasagna on your face." She tried again to control herself, "Okay—okay—okay, lets play nice."

When the kids returned with the pie there was still a silence at the table but this time it was a little bit more pleasant, a little bit more tolerable.

"Well…" Emma said after a pause, "You do seem like you're doing good though."

"So do you." Jefferson added.

The silence took their table once more stretching out until their plates were cleaned and the night was over. For Jefferson and Emma, the dinner had been unnecessary and definitely unwanted; but for two people who moments before couldn't sit at a table together in silence, were very good at doing just that.