[Gold looks distinctly unimpressed with the whole situation - Henry talking about knowing what they are, Regina summoning up a fireball, Emma still stood there as if her cocoa has hypnotic properties.]
I thought we were hoping to rescue her, not roast her.
[As unused as he might be to being in the rescuer's shoes, he's fairly certain that a handful of fire isn't quite the touch necessary. Unless Regina wants to take care of Henry, a matter which Gold is all too happy to leave to her.
For the moment, the boy's taken himself out of Gold's way, albeit briefly, and he takes advantage to step forward, swing his cane up into his hand, and use it to reach across the kitchen counter and shove Emma none too gently in the shoulder.]
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I thought we were hoping to rescue her, not roast her.
[As unused as he might be to being in the rescuer's shoes, he's fairly certain that a handful of fire isn't quite the touch necessary. Unless Regina wants to take care of Henry, a matter which Gold is all too happy to leave to her.
For the moment, the boy's taken himself out of Gold's way, albeit briefly, and he takes advantage to step forward, swing his cane up into his hand, and use it to reach across the kitchen counter and shove Emma none too gently in the shoulder.]