The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Henry closed his notepad, stuffing his pencil into his backpack and gathering his books into his arms. He was silently thankful for the day having finally ended. Because today was the day. Today, he is going to be staying the night at his mother Emma's, and when there, he was determined to ask Killian for some help on a very special operation has in the works: The perfect first date for Teresa.

A smile was on his face as he practically ran toward his locker. He opens it as quickly as he can, jamming his books inside and taking only the most necessary ones he will need for his studying before he closes and re-locks his locker.

"Someone's in a hurry," a teasing voice says. Henry turns, his eyes landing on Violet. Like him, she is dressed in their school uniform. Only for the girls that attend Henry's school, it's not a pair of navy blue pants like his, it's a navy blue skirt. However they do share the same white button-up shirt and blue cardigan. Her dark hair was braided off to the side and she wore a smile on her glossy lips.

"Hi," she says. "I take it by that look in yours eyes and the way you're hurrying to get out of here that you're finally planning the special day you have been talking about non-stop?"

Henry can't fight the grin that pulls onto his face. Violet chuckles, taking the grin as an obvious answer to her question.

"So," Violet grins, clapping her hands together in excitement. "What do you have planned?"

Henry scratches the back of his neck as the pair walk down the hallway toward the exit of the school. "Honestly," he begina sheepishly, "Nothing so far. I mean...what would Teri even like?"

Violet chuckles, her eyes dancing with amusement. "That is very true. She is quite hard to read at times."

"Any suggestions?" He asks with hopeful cocoa eyes.

Violet's smile falters, a frown replacing it. "You really want to ask me for advice?"

Henry flashed her a confused look, to which he got a raised eyebrow in response. He sighs after a moment, having pieced it together. "Violet, she knows that was all just a big misunderstanding. Besides, that wasn't your fault that happened."

"It was Emma's," Violet finishes as she plays with her fingers. "I know, but I still have guilt about it. Even if it wasn't me, it was still me that was there. My presence broke her heart. And did again on this past weekend. I never meant to do anything life that. I really like Teresa, she is kind to me, and a great friend. As are you, Henry."

Henry smiles. "I know, and so does Teresa. Don't beat yourself up about it. She forgave you the minute I told her about. She knew it wasn't your fault that that night happened the way it did. And the other day, she was just feeling like I didn't love her as much as I actually do because I failed to take her on an actual date. I was just afraid to hurt her feelings by making her relive those memories, you know?"

Violet smiles. Even though hearing all of this, she would probably always feel a twinge of guilt in her stomach for even letting Teresa assume something was going on between her and Henry. And there never would be. Sure, she thought Henry was handsome at first meeting, but she also felt something else their first meeting. Love. But not from herself. It was like she could sense the love radiating off both Teresa and Henry. She knew instantly that they had something special and she wasn't going to ruin it by getting in the way.

"So...any advice?" Henry asks as they walk down the steps of the school.

"Well, Teri seems to love the woods."

"Obviously," Henry smirks. They share a laugh.

"But I believe she also would have loved that evening you had planned for her in Camelot," Violet smiles, "maybe you should recreate it?"

Henry thought for a moment before nodding, a smile pulling onto his face. "Yea, yea I think I just might have to do that. Hey, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course, give Teresa my best!" Violet calls after him as Henry begins to jog down the sidewalk in the direction of the home.

He passes Granny's, the old apartment building of his grandparents, the post office, the store, the station; it didn't take long for him to get home. When there, he spotted the yellow bug parked outside. He was thankful his mother hadn't tried to sneak off to work when sick. Emma was currently fighting a cold at the moment, and has been for the past two days. Killian has been sure to never leave her side.

He pulled open the door and was immediately greeted with the smell of soup. With a glance into the living room, he finds his mother curled up on the couch with a bowl of soup being nursed in her hands. Her body is wrapped in a throw blanket, a fluffy pair of socks covering her cold feet. Killian is in the kitchen, preparing her a glass of tea. He smiles at Henry, the teenager returning the smile with one of his own.

"Hey, kid." Emma perks up at the sight of her son, a smile tugging onto her face. The thump of her headache got worse from her sudden movement and she winces. "How was school?"

Henry shrugs as he makes his way toward the fridge. "It was okay," he replies, eyes scanning over each item in the refrigerator. He decides on a bottle of water and closes the door. He tosses his backpack on the table and eyed his mother, who is chewing a bite of the chicken soup Killian had made for her before Henry's arrival home.

"Feeling any better?" Henry asks, concern swimming in his brown eyes.

"Just a little bit," Emma replies.

Killian turns to face Henry as he places the teabag into the garage can. "She tried to go to work, care to wager how that went?"

Henry looked to his mother with a frown. "I thought you said you were going to take it easy, mom?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "It's just a cold, I don't see what the big deal ─ " She is interrupted by a coughing fit.

Killian let out a sigh and walked over to her side. Placing a hand to her forehead, he frowns. "Your fever is back. Eat your soup, love, and then sleep. Pirates orders." He finishes with a wink.

Emma gives him a weak smile in response. "Well, if the pirate demands it." She brings the spoon to her mouth and let the warmth sooth her scratchy throat.

Killian grinns. "Aye, he does." He wraps the blanket tighter around her as she continues to eat her soup, then turns and heads back into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Killian found the teenager deep in thought as he padded his fingers against the wood of the table. Killian raises a brow and leans back against the counter. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Henry seems to snap out of his thoughts upon hearing the question. He blushes slightly, having not realized he had spaced out for a moment. "I need your help with something. A sort of...operation."

Killian grins. "Always happy to help out, lad." He pulls out a chair from the table and sits down across from the teenager. "What sort of operation are we speaking of?"

"It's sort of..." Henry nervously plays with his fingers as he avoids eye contact. This will be the first time he is actually asking for help on dating advice. Usually he was just given it without having asked for it. "Umm...a date."

It wasn't possible, but somehow Killian's grin had grown even more. "And here I thought you two have already been on a date."

"Not exactly. I mean, the carnival was one thing, but I wouldn't call that a date," Henry says. "I want to plan something that she will like, but I don't know what."

"A nice candlelight dinner always seems to do the job," Killian tells him.

Henry sighs. "That's what Violet said too, but I'm afraid she'll think back to the day in Camelot."

"That was an honest misunderstanding."

"I know, but that really hurt Teresa. I don't want to recreate that dinner and have her experience those feelings again."

"I'm sure she won't."

"But how can you be so sure?" Henry questions, brows furrowed.

"Henry, you know Teresa like nobody else," Killian begins, "I'm sure you'll be able to throw together a perfect first date if you stop thinking of all the possible outcomes. But let's not make it too perfect."

"What do you mean?" Henry asks, eyes swimming with confusion as he stares at the pirate.

Killian smirks as he rises from his chair, pushing it in. "We don't want any little archers and authors running around. Understand now?" He raises a brow, teasing him.

Henry blushes, tearing his gaze away. Killian grinned, patted his shoulder, and walked into the living room to sit with the sick Emma.