AN: Tumblr prompt. I've been all about two head canons when it comes to snow queen lately. One is that Snow is a better kisser than Regina, and two is that Snow actually really sucks at cooking.

I was angry. I knew I shouldn't be, but I was. The Storybrooke fair was in its first day, which was half way done, and I was sitting at my bake sale booth which had barely seen any customers. Save for Emma and Red, and a few others that were apparently the only ones loyal to me.

It didn't help that my booth was directly in front of the kissing booth. One that had a long line the entire day, because it was being led by none other than Regina Mills, former evil queen, elusive madam mayor. The whole thing was just so infuriating, as I glared at her giving small kiss after another, to men and women alike, and really—who does she think she is—

"Snow…?" David finally asked, seeing that my body language was tense. Of course he was sitting with me all day, lending support and mostly playing on his phone, because there was literally nothing else to do.

"What?" I snapped, looking over to him in time to see his cringe.

"Are you okay?"

"Thirteen dollars." He looked a bit confused at my answer, so I elaborated. "We've only made thirteen dollars, and we've been sitting out here for 4 hours."

"Well, I'm sure it's just a slow start." David optimistically suggested, but I wasn't buying it.

"Regina's booth line has been full the entire day."

"Well, she's not exactly selling baked goods." He chuckled, which made me glare at him.

"Are we mad at Regina now? Is that what's happening?" The question was asked, as David started to pick up one of my cookies and undo the plastic wrap. I smack his hand though before he could ruin it, making him sigh and put the previously untouched chocolate chip cookie back.

"I just think its tawdry, I mean there's children here." My argument is weak, and I know it.

"Why are you really mad?"

That made me huff a bit before I finally crossed my arms and pouted.

"I worked really hard on these cookies."

"I know, baby." His hand went around my shoulder, but I was shifting away from him just as quickly. Pointing an accusing finger at her booth.

"And she comes in here and overshadows everything…just like she always does."

I shouldn't be angry. I knew I shouldn't.

"It's all money for a good cause though, and they're just buying tickets because she used to be queen. It's a thrill for a lot of people…" My head slowly turned to look back at my husband, eyebrow raised. "I would imagine." David finished quickly.

A roll of my eyes, and I grabbed the cookie he was eyeing earlier, tossing it at him. He smiled big and proud, unwrapping his prize.

My sight went back over towards Regina's booth, seeing her lay a particularly long kiss on Robin, who was making his fourth round through. There was no real way to explain it. I knew I was being irrational, and it shouldn't make me angry. Especially the sight of her with Robin. It shouldn't make me absolutely furious. But it did. And even at the moment, I knew I'd have to start going back to seeing Archie. I could even hear him in my head, telling me that I repressing things and it was causing me to act out. That we needed to work on my inferiority complex that I had towards my step mother, and blah, blah, blah. I'd make an appointment in the morning, but as for now, I found myself storming over to Hook, where he was selling the tickets.

A few moments later I cut into the front of the line. To everyone's surprise, but none more so than Regina.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, but the former queen recovered quickly.

"I'm donating my services for a good cause, dear." She said in a haughty tone, sitting back in her chair.

"Yeah, there's a name for that, Regina."

"What exactly is your problem?" The former queen chuckled, as if she knew exactly why I was angry, and that made me more upset, because I didn't even know why I was angry.

"My 'problem' is the fact that you're turning this fair into a sideshow."

Regina hummed a bit, as if she was considering me for something, just like she did when I was young. And it was infuriating then, just as it was now.

"I think your problem is that you're jealous." I noticeably scoffed at such a suggestion, making her simply shrug her shoulders a bit. "You could've done a kissing booth as well, but I'm sure it would be just as popular as your cookies."

Apparently her attention had been on my booth just as much as mine was on hers. That made me feel a little less crazy at least, but it didn't help my frustration.

"My cookies are amazing…" I began, first off, because they are. "And I have broken curses with my kiss, that's how good I am." I added lastly, proud of myself, even as Regina looked up at me from the chair as if she was looking down on me from a pedestal. Utterly bored and annoyed by my very existence, just as always.

"Even Pongo won't eat your cookies." Regina said with ice in her tone and a raised eyebrow, cool and collected. Oh, it just made me burn.

"At least my baked goods never put anybody in a magical coma!"

You could've heard a pin drop at that.

I was definitely going to see Archie in the morning.

Red swelled in her brown eyes as she shot up from her sitting position, level to me and angry. But I saw her glance around towards the crowd that was surely gathered, and it dampened her temper. Twisted her face into a condescending sneer. I preferred the anger, to be honest.

"I have more money to raise, and an endless amount of people who want to help me raise it," She paused to smile and wink at someone over my shoulder, causing me to roll my eyes. "So unless you have a ticket, dear—"

My hand reaches into my purse, pulling out a large roll of tickets, slamming them on the table of her booth.

"I bought them all." And that made her a bit speechless, her eyes wide and jaw slack, as she looked at the tickets, then back up at me.

I could see where her mind was going, and that wasn't my intention. I just wanted her to close her booth, with no more tickets to sell. Then the other people of the fair could give patron to other booths. I just wanted her to stop kissing people. That was all.

"I'm not going to kiss you." She whispered, almost too quietly, her voice actually shaking at the idea.

And wasn't that interesting?

I actually had shaken the big bad evil queen and ice cold mayor? Huh. Finally she was a bit speechless, and I had the control. That was an appealing idea.

"Oh." My voice had a faux innocence to it. "Okay, well then you can go over to the petting zoo with the rest of the chickens." I smirked and Regina acted like I just slapped her in the face.

"Excuse me?" A few people chuckled behind me, which stopped abruptly from the sharp glare given by the former queen.

"It's fine, Regina. Really." I flashed teeth in the fakest smile I could manage. "I just wasn't aware that you were a big ol' scardy cat."

I could actually hear her teeth grinding.

"You are a literal child."

And yes, that was probably true. My level of maturity seemed to depend a lot on who I was around, and when I was around her, it always made me feel my youth. It made me young and sort of helpless to her whim, but this was one of the only times that it was actually working in my favor.

My hands went on the table, making me lean in closer to her.

"What are you afraid of?" The levity started to melt away from my tone, and her eyes narrowed. "Are you scared I'm going to break the curse of your smart mouth?"

A cocky grin graced my lips, and there'll be hell to pay for this later, I'm sure—what with the way she was practically growling at me.

But then she kissed me. Quite suddenly.

Which was fine.

That was what I expected.

I was totally fine.

My head tilted, running on instincts and fitting our lips together better. There was an urge to reach up and cup her cheek, but I decided against it, because this wasn't affecting me. Not at all.

Well, maybe a little.

Just in the sense that I had no concept of time, and my head was swimming. Her lips were insanely soft, which was new for me. My tongue traced her bottom lip, even though it shouldn't have. It was just supposed to be a quick peck to shut her up.

She wasn't letting go though, and I'll be damned if I'm the first one to pull away.

Though pride only took me too far, because when she felt my tongue, her mouth started to open. I broke the kiss, not at all wanting to make out with my step mother in front of the entire town.

Or at all.

Not even a little.

I pulled away, sort of jerked away, tense and awkward. When I opened my eyes to look back at her, I was afraid of what I would see. What I didn't expect to see is her completely dumbstruck. The slow blinks of her eyes and mouth still parted, it made me start to smile. Then she licked her lips quickly, before clearing her throat and avoiding eye contact.

My smile grew as she sat back down, completely speechless and still not looking at me. I actually saw a blush creeping up her neck.

Maybe my cookies did suck, but I was an amazing kisser.

There was no need to gloat though, my anger and inferiority suddenly a distant memory, and nothing could wipe the smile off of my face. I turned back towards the line behind me.

"Those tickets are on me. Enjoy the fair."

As I made my way back towards my booth, David was waiting for me with a shocked look on his face.

"So…are we not mad at Regina anymore?" He asked and I grabbed another one of my cookies, tossing it at him.

"It's all for a good cause." Is all I said in response, making him side eye me a bit, but he dug into the plastic wrap regardless.

At least David liked my baking.