“No, no it’s this one,” Killian says, tapping his thumb against the messaging device the way Henry taught him, and suddenly his and Robin’s faces appear before his eyes.
“Bloody hell,” Robin murmurs. “Is it like a mirror?”
“Swan calls it a ‘camera,’ she said it’s as if having your portrait done, except in a fraction of the time.”
Robin grasps the phone from him, turns it on it’s side and studies it with curious eyes as the camera adjusts. “What sort of sorcery is this?”
“Surprisingly, none,” Killian replies, canting his head and watching his reflection follow suit. “I asked the same thing myself and she swore no magic was involved, just the technological advancements of this realm.”
“Fascinating, Roland would love that,” he says, handing him back the phone.
His thumb slips and the camera clicks, snapping their photo.
Robin jumps at the sound and leans in to inspect the modern gadget. “Oh! Apologies, apologies, did I break it?”
He chuckles quietly and presses against the little box in the corner that Henry said brings back the pictures. Their image flickers onto the screen and Robin whistles lowly.
“Took your picture, is all,” Killian tells him.
“Brilliant,” he says, taking it back. He holds it out, eyeing their portrait.
Killian’s tongue presses into his cheek and he smirks. “May I borrow that for a second?”
He works slowly, trying to remember the sequence that Henry had taught him. Open Message icon, Add Contact, Choose Existing, Camera Roll, select picture, type message, and…SEND.
“What are you about, mate?” Robin asks.
“Nothing,” he grins, pocketing the apparatus. “Just sending our old pal, Dave, a little message.”
“And what message is that?”
“Our portrait…with ‘mates’ underneath.” Killian gives him a smug smile.
“He’s going to murder me.”
“Hardly,” he rolls his eyes. “But he’ll be here within the hour.”
Robin snickers, leaning back in his seat and getting more comfortable. “As long as he brings booze.”
“Oh, he’ll bring booze, can’t be outdone by you, after all.”
When Charming shows up in exactly twenty minutes with a case of beer and snacks, Killian claps him companionably on the back and sends Robin a smirk. “Cheers, mates.”
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