Snow got into Emma's patrol car after making sure Neal was secure in the car seat.
"Thanks for picking us up," Snow said.
"No problem," Emma replied.
Snow's car was in the shop and her father was out camping with Henry in the woods. Snow had been at the park with Neal and had asked Emma to pick her up and take her home.
"There was an ulterior motive to me asking you to pick me up," Snow said.
"What is that?"
"Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when you asked me to be at your house because you had to work and that was the only time the plumber could come over?"
"Yes," Emma said a little hesitantly as she wondered where this was going. "What about it?"
"While I was waiting Neal got a little fussy and he dropped his pacifier. I got a fresh one from the bag and when I got him calmed down and was able to lay him down I went to retrieve the one he dropped," Snow said. "It had gone right there at the very edge of going under the couch."
Snow looked at her daughter to see if there was any reaction and then continued. "I got down on my knees and grabbed for it when I felt something else right there behind it so I grabbed it too."
Again she looked at Emma.
"It was a pair of panties," Snow said. "A rather scant pair."
"I must have dropped them when I was doing laundry. I often fold my clothes there on the couch."
"I don't think these were clean," Snow said.
"Oh," Emma said. "Sorry."
"It's ok, I just thought you might want to be more careful about where you leave your things."
Later that night
"You know how we couldn't figure out where your panties went a few weeks ago and you had to go home without them on?" Emma asked.
"Yes," Regina replied.
"My mom found them under my couch."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I didn't tell her they were yours," Emma said as she got into bed with Regina. "God only knows what she thought about finding them because as she pointed out when I tried to say I must have dropped them after doing laundry – they weren't clean."
"Knowing your saint-hearted mother she probably will come up with some reasonable explanation that will ease her mind," Regina said.
"Or else she will think I was watching porn on my living room couch," Emma said. "Either way, maybe we should be a little more careful about where we leave things."
"Hey, this isn't my fault," Regina said. "If I recall correctly, you were the ones who took the panties off of me that night."
"I didn't hear you objecting to it."
"Nor will you."
