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“No .”
“Yes .”
“Swan, I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.” Killian sighed, running his hands over his face and then through his hair, letting out a defeated groan. He looked at the chair again and dramatically slumped down on the floor in the fetal position. “I refuse to step foot in that bloody Swedish monstrosity.”
“But they just came out with that new stuff for pets--what is it, Layzine or something--”
“Lurvig--” he said, his voice muffled by his arms.
“Yes! Lurvig --anyways, and Ava needs a new bed.” Emma’s fluffy white pup barked her agreement.
Killian sighed deeply and moved his arm just enough to peek out at his best friend, who was leaning against the newly constructed table with a determined look on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. “Amazon has pet beds, love. With 2-day Prime shipping, I’m sure. Or you could go to Petsmart. Or Petco. Or WalMart. Anywhere , anywhere but Ikea, I beg of you, Swan!”
“But it won’t match my Ekedalen table and chairs!”
“Oh, the bloody Ekedalen chairs, one of which is put together half upside down because they can’t put bloody words on the instructions?!” he gesticulated wildly at his failure.
“Yes! Those chairs.” Her grin was smug. “It’s not their fault that you can’t follow directions.”
“Swan, I’m a bloody marine engineer . If I can’t make heads or tales of these infernal pictures, then how is the general public meant to?”
“Well, obviously they’re making do, since Ikea’s incredibly popular.” Killian just scoffed in reply and turned over so his back was to her.
“ Killian Jones , don’t turn your back on me!” she poked his back with her toe.
“You’re being unreasonable. Not my fault, love.”
“Enough with the sass! We’re going to Ikea and that’s final.” She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him back over. “ You were the one who promised David you’d help me settle in when I got to Storybrooke since the Charmings are on their honeymoon. Are you really going to make me call Mary Margaret and--”
“No, Swan, please don’t call her! I’ll go, I’m getting up!” Killian scrambled to his feet as Emma beamed triumphantly.
“Thought so. Don’t forget your wallet. You know you love the meatballs.”
