"Would you stop being so nervous?" Snow chided. "If you keep fidgeting, there's no way I'm going to manage to wing your eyeliner."
"Sorry...I'm just…" Emma sighed.
"Nervous." Snow nodded. "It's a date, Emma, not your wedding."
"Oh god." Emma sighed. "Now I'm picturing Regina in a wedding dress."
"Enough." Snow put the eyeliner down and lightly tapped her daughter's cheeks. "Regina wouldn't have said yes to this date if she didn't like you. Now you are going to go over there, you are going to give her flowers and you are going to charm the pants off of her, you got that?"
"Mom?"
"What?"
"What if she's wearing a dress?"
"Emma." Snow rolled her eyes. "It's a figure of speech."
"Sorry...I take things literally when I'm nervous." the blonde sighed.
"Emma you'll be fine." Snow reassured.
"Okay." she nodded. "Okay yeah. So flowers…"
"Hide them behind your back so she doesn't see them coming." Snow nodded.
"Yeah good idea...and I should open the car door for her right?"
"Very good, very romantic." Snow nodded.
"Wait...What if Regina kisses me?" Emma asked.
"You kiss her back." Snow shrugged.
"Oh. Okay." Emma nodded, staring at her mother for a second. "But why her back though?"
"Emma!"
"I'm sorry! I'm nervous!"