"That's sweet," Emma gave Garrett's arm a gentle pat, but shook her head, "But I think I'll wait until Killian says I can go anywhere near his things." And she'd never want to do something like put him out in his own pub, he worked hard for that and he enjoyed it. Emma wasn't about to poke around while wounds were fresh.
It was cowardly, yes. But she wasn't ready to face Killian's anger just yet.
"It's cooked beef between two slices of bread with cheese and lettuce in the middle. Very greasy, horribly unhealthy and absolutely gorgeous."