ENCHANTED ━━━━ ❝ and it was enchanting to meet you ❞
IN WHICH, when snow put emma in the wardrobe in the enchanted forest, a goddess was put in a secret cove in the enchanted forest by the olympian god, zeus, ten years later...
season one ━━━━ sea...
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016. miner's day
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"EXCUSE ME," Mary Margret cleared her throat. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?"
Aphrodite was too indulged in her work, and her hot chocolate, to notice that Mary Margret had appeared at Granny's.
Emma noticed and tapped on her arm, nodding over to the woman, as everyone in the diner turned to face Mary Margret.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your morning but I just wanted to remind everyone that a very special occasion is upon us. Miner's day," The blondes look at each other confused. "As always the nuns of Storybrooke are hoping that everyone will get involved and will help see their exquisite candles. All we need are a dew energetic volunteers. So, who wants to join me?"
Nobody looked interested in what she had to say and carried on eating and talking as Leroy walked towards Mary Margret.
A small smile formed on her face, "Leroy, you wanna volunteer?"
"I wanna leave, sister. You're blocking the door."
"Of course." She stepped aside. "Uh, you know... if you wanted to help, it could really be a-"
"Oh yeah, right," Leroy scoffed. "Quite a team we'd make. Town harlot, town drink. The only person in this town people like less than me is you. If you're coming with me, you're screwed." With that, he walked out of the diner.
Mary Margret looked disappointed and soon after, she walked out of the diner.
The two look at each other before Aphrodite gathered her files and the two rushed after her. She was walking down the street as they quickly caught up with her, walking either side of the teacher.
"Hey," Aphrodite made their presence known. "Mind if we join you?"
Mary Margret simply shrugged.
"So, what the hell is Miner's day and why are you beating yourself up over it?" Emma questioned.
"It's an annual holiday celebrating an old tradition. The nuns used to make candles and trade them with the miners for coal."
Emma furrowed her brows, "Coal? In Maine? If they were mining lobster, I'd understand."
"Look, I don't know. Now, they use it as a fundraiser. It's an amazing party. Everyone loves it."
"It doesn't seem like everyone loves it."
She sighed, "It's not miners day... it's me. Last week, I had 10 volunteers. This week they all dropped out."
"You think this is about David?" Aphrodite asked, trying not to drop her files.
