Set during Emma's fifth year.
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"I told them both 'yes'!" Ruby exclaimed as she burst into the bedroom.
"Why would you do that?" Mary-Margaret admonished.
"What?" Emma said, confused, looking back and forth between her roommates.
"Victor and Graham both asked me to the ball," Ruby admitted, "and I said 'yes' to both of them."
"Why would you do that?" Emma echoed Mary-Margaret.
"I don't know!" Ruby shouted. "I couldn't decide!"
"What are you going to do?" Mary-Margaret asked.
"I don't know!" Ruby repeated, throwing herself on her bed. She yelled into her pillow for a moment before sitting back up.
"Well, you're going to have to choose," Emma said, giving Ruby a stern look. "Don't give either of them false hope, Ruby."
"I'm not," Ruby huffed. "I really do like both of them."
"Well, do you like one of them, you know, more?" Mary-Margaret asked.
"I think I might be falling in love with Victor," Ruby said, "but I feel this, like, primal kinship with Graham. It's hard to describe."
"Primal kinship?" Emma said skeptically, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, you know, like you and Killian," Ruby said, sing-song-ing the name.
"Me and—" Emma said, confused. Then her eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's not any primal anything going on between me and Jones!"
"Well, there should be," Ruby muttered. "It's do you both some good."
"Ruby!" Mary-Margaret admonished.
"Oh, like you're one to talk," Ruby said. "You're already practically Mrs. David Nolan!"
"David is a gentleman, and what he and I share is—" Mary-Margaret started.
"Oh, my god, I so don't want to hear this!" Emma interrupted, throwing her hands into the air. "Let's get back to Ruby's problem, okay?"
"Yeah," Ruby said. "What am I going to do?"
"You could tell them the truth," Mary-Margaret said.
"I'm sure that'll go over real well," Ruby muttered.
"You could pretend to be sick?" Emma offered.
"And not go to the ball?" Ruby said, aghast, "no way!"