Mary Margaret woke up as if she was hangover. It was Saturday, she didn't have to go to school but she wanted to get a few things done before lunch. She promised Emma that she'll make something to eat for the two of them and drop Emma's portion at the Sheriff station before 2 o'clock…

Emma!

She sat up too quickly and the whole world moved along with her. She saw stars and lost her balance for a second.

"Easy there, you look like you've had more than me last night." Emma stepped into the room with a glass of water and an aspirin and handed them over to Mary Margaret. "Which is, I have to admit, quite impressive. Although I don't remember a thing, so I don't know exactly how much have I had, but that probably proves me right."

Mary Margaret looked confused. She thought for a moment last night was just a dream. But then it wasn't. Somehow she couldn't remember clearly. Emma told her something upsetting. But that was all of it.

"I wasn't drunk. And I'm not hangover." She said still trying to dig up something in her memory and swallowed the pill without even looking at it. "I just had the weirdest dream ever and I can't even remember it..."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right." Emma gave her a pale smile and went back to the kitchen. A few minutes later Mary Margaret followed her.

"Why did I sleep in my clothes on?" She asked, confused.

"Don't ask me, I woke up next to you in my red coat. It looks like we both dropped on the bed as we were last night and fell asleep immediately."

"Really…?" Mary Margaret couldn't help but feel still confused. Like, there was something she knew she had to remember but just… couldn't.

She wanted to ask her friend more, but she forgot everything when she looked at her. Emma handed over a cup of hot chocolate (of course with cinnamon) with a smile that felt so unforced, so natural that Mary Margaret froze for a second.

"Hey… Are you okay, Mary Margaret?" Emma looked a bit confused.

A wide smile appeared on Mary Margaret's face as she said "Never better. It's just… it's good to see your smile back."

Emma answered without smiling now, but Mary Margaret could see she that she meant it. "I had a good night's sleep, I guess."

"You're not hangover then?" She asked surprised.

"I… I don't know. Usually it takes me a day to… well, recover after a night like this. But today I just feel… like… I'm renewed. Or something like that. Does that make any sense?"

"No. But it doesn't have to. What's important is that you look better. I'm happy that my friends is finally back."

"Y'know, you were right." Said Emma blushing. "You're not hangover, you're still drunk." She looked at her watch. "Gotta go or I'll be late. Be back for dinner. See ya!"

And she shut the front door before Mary Margaret could say another word. Her friend knew Emma was closing up again but at least she seemed happier now. That was all that counted.

Mary Margaret took a tiny sip of the hot chocolate and even she couldn't understand why was she so indisputably happy.