Killian jones

*you are in the sheriff station looking through your child hood stuff. when killian knocks on the door frame with his hook* Killian: Ello love *you stay quiet* Killian you seem vest…..like you could use a drink *he hands her a container with rum in it and you take a sip* Killian: what’s that? You: what’s left of my child hood Killian: may i have the honor? *emma opens the box and sees a tape recorder*