#p: bashful

Aiden was used to being uncomfortable often himself, so it wasn't hard to recognize the discomfort in another. While he and the other dwarves had looked forward to helping raise the princess, Emma had no idea who they were. He'd come on a bit strong, and he knew he had to back off. She'd have to get used to him before he was able to talk to her like she was a friend.

“Ah, yes.” he smiled as he motioned for her to follow him, showing her to the section of his shop that had the most jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, and rings, all of intricate design, lay on display. “If you want to get her jewelry, you can look here, or ask me to make anything that you'd like. I … know you haven't got the chance to know your mother very much yet, but I think you could still pick out a gift that comes from the heart, and that's what would matter to her.” It was his way of saying he didn't want to tell her exactly what to get her mother. Snow would be happy if Emma just got her some flowers from the convenience store. Emma literally couldn't go wrong here, but it would likely help strengthen their relationship if Emma picked it out on her own.

"It's okay to ask for help, if ya need it. It's okay. I need help too."

Bashful blushed, pulling up his beard to hide behind for a moment. "'Sides, at least ya can find people ya like. I'm to shy to even get that far!"

Oh no, he'd meant to flush that. It must not have worked. Bashful turned a bright pink, then red, and tried to hide behind his beard. "It's not a cake Doc. It's a horrible attempt at one! I can't bake like the princess can!" He'd tried, but he hadn't even succeeded at getting rid of the evidence.

“My, did Doc tear his shirt?” Bashful asked no one in particular, before bending down to notice that it was, in fact, Doc! A very tiny Doc.

“What’cha doin’ down there Doc?”