"Neal!" exclaimed a voice from behind the man and woman walking tensely side by side toward Granny's. The man turned at the sound of his name and a grin crept across his face.

"Tamara!" he replied, opening his arms as she ran toward him. When she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, smiling widely. As he caught her, Neal spun her around and soundly kissed her. But when he pulled back, a slight frown crossed his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, "I thought we agreed you would stay in Manhattan and check on our…er…guest once in a while?"

Tamara's face took on a sheepish look. "Yeah, about that…" she trailed off.

"What is it? Did he hurt you?" Neal wondered aloud, his eyes combing his fiancee's appearance for injuries.

"What? No! Nothing like that. He's been a perfect gentleman."

"Of course he has," Emma grumbled lowly, but just loud enough for the other two people to hear. Tamara blinked at her while the father of her son gave her an exasperated look, rolling his eyes. The blonde woman ignored him. "So you left him completely alone…in an unfamiliar place…to come here?" she asked. She didn't think the other woman would do such a thing without leaving him with some basic necessities, but she had to make sure.

"Absolutely not," Tamara answered, insulted by the insinuation.

"Sorry," Emma muttered, "So what did you do with him then?"

At the question, the black-haired woman looked uncomfortable. "Erm…well…he…convinced me to take him shopping for groceries…and a little tour of the city. He asked me to get him a hot dog from a vendor. I took my attention off of him to pay for the food, but when I turned to give him his, he was already stalking away from me, muttering an apology and saying something about catching a swan? Or finding one? Does any of that make sense, though? I couldn't hear it too well because he was turned away from me…"

Emma stoically avoided looking at Neal. They'd never told Tamara her full name because it hadn't seemed important at the time. And now it seemed that had been a good idea. If Tamara had learned her last name…

"Nope, doesn't make any sense to us either," Emma responded lightly, though she could feel a heated flush trying to creep up her neck. She saw Neal give her a suspicious look in her peripheral vision, but she didn't acknowledge it.

"No…" he replied evenly, his voice carefully controlled, considering, "No, it doesn't…"