*hugs back* thank you so much!

Ok your songs are:
– Jedi Rocks
– Everyday is a Holiday
– Do You Want To

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“No absolutely not,” Rumple said firmly but the pleading eyes didn’t relent. He squirmed and sighed. “Fine, one tube but no pudding with dinner.”

“Thanks papa!” Gideon called over his shoulder as he sprinted back over to the concession stall.

Belle chuckled. “You know he’s crazy for anything Star Wars related. The second he saw those limited edition candies …”

“Jedi Rocks,” Rumple grumbled. “Just pure sugar and E numbers.”

“We are are on holiday Rumple,” Belle teased, looping her arm through his.

“Technically everyday is a holiday,” Rumple pointed out, unwilling to concede the point. Belle raised both of her eyebrows, her eyes gaining intensity, it was the exact look she gave him when she wasn’t impressed with his showboating. “This is your fault for saying ask your father.”

“What’s your fault papa?” Gideon asked brightly, his eyes sparkling. He ripped open the tube and crunched one of the rocks, his smile practically splitting his face, and Rumple’s heart melted.

“Nothing son. Your mother was just teasing me,” Rumple told him.

Gideon nodded, chewing on another candy. Rumple glanced around the amusement park. They’d left Storybrooke over a year ago intending to take a two week vacation. That had been extended over and over again as they’d just not gone back home. There was always somewhere new to see and Gideon was the perfect age for such a long trip. He was old enough to remember but young enough that he’d still have time to learn everything he’d need for his exams.

Although, today’s amusement park excursion aside, their vacation was extremely educational. Gideon was getting to see historical locations in person, to immerse himself in different cultures and learn the language. It was the experience of a lifetime.

“Papa,” Gideon started.

Rumple winced, that was the ‘I want something’ tone. “Yes Gideon?”

“Do you want to ride the coaster?”

“Erm …” Rumple glanced over towards the rapidly moving car that was careening upside-down along the track. “Ask your mother.”