Disclaimer: Just playing, will put everything back when finished.

Authors' Note: We know it's been done, this is just our take. As requested.

It's not like she'd really wanted to eat the berries, she'd just been so hungry, and they'd looked so yummy…

But now Mommy and Daddy are angry, and yelling at Mr. Hook and Mr. Gold and Miss Regina.

All she can make out is "-temporary!" and "-want our daughter back!" over the shouting, but the second part makes her lower lip wobble, and before something inside can stop her she reaches out and tugs on Mommy's purple coat.

Immediately the shouting stops when the brunette looks down at her, and suddenly becoming the center of attention, she can't stop the tears that burn her eyes.

"I'm right here, Mommy, I didn't go anywhere. Please don't be mad."

Mommy looks like she's about to cry too, which makes Emma cry more, but suddenly two strong hands are lifting her up and she clings to her father as he wipes her tears away.

For some reason she feels like he shouldn't be so much bigger than her, but being hugged so close feels too nice so she ignores the feeling, especially when Mommy comes up and starts rubbing her head.

"Oh Emma, I'm not mad, I'm just upset. But not with you, never with you. Okay?"

She nods, reaching out, and her father hands her over, but as she glances back at him she frowns.

"Why you crying, Daddy? Are you upset too?"

He quickly moves a hand to his face, swiping at the water, but smiles when finished, "I'm not upset, sweetheart, just…sentimental."

"What's senta- sentam- What's that mean?" she asks back, her nose scrunching as she tries to untangle her tongue.

"It's when you're happy, but sad at the same time," Mommy explains, and Emma nods slowly, understanding.

"I know what that feels like. I've felt that way since you came back."

The words are hers, but for some reason they don't feel like something she'd normally say, and now her parents are trying not to cry again-

"I'm sorry! Forget I said it, please! I don't want to make you sentamental!"

"Honey, it's okay, we're okay," her mother tries to calm her, but it's Mr. Gold whom ultimately stops the emotional breakdown.

"As 'sentimental' as this family gathering is, I suggest we make camp for the night. The effects won't last for much longer than twenty-four hours, and I suspect the less time we spend reflecting on the might have been's, the better."

Her parents nod sadly, but all she hears is "camp".

"I've always wanted to go camping with you! Can we roast marshmallows?"

She hears her mother laugh, and watches her father smile, his hand grabbing her little foot under her extra long dress and starting to tickle her.

"Daddy! Stop!" she giggles, but his smile gets even bigger, taking her from Mommy and lifting her up to sit on his shoulders.

"Whoa!" she gasps at the change of scenery.

"Sorry, we don't have marshmallows, kiddo," she feels Daddy grip her legs to keep her from falling off, "But I'm sure we can figure something else out."

"Okay," she nods; resting her arms on his head as they all follow Mr. Hook to where he thinks will make the best camp.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we there yet? I'm hungry."

To be continued…