Regina lets out an exasperated sigh as she drops her book down onto her lap and looks to Robin. Her eyes narrow a little as he slowly turns–likely feeling her gaze–and he dog-ears the page he'd been reading, and blinks at her with wide and confused eyes.

"It's after midnight."

"I… know," he says in a tentative voice, watching as she bristles. "Can you please explain to me why I'm obviously supposed to be outraged that it's after midnight?"

Regina's eyes roll as slide down against her pillow. "She knows I can't sleep unless everyone's settled in."

"Ah…" Robin murmurs as a soft chuckle rises into his voice and he rolls onto his side. "Well, last I checked she was on one of those high-end antique auction sites looking at… trinkets from Versailles." He grins. "Marie Antoinette's hair brush caught her eye…"

"We may not see her again for weeks."

A smile pulls onto Robin's lips as he reaches out and rubs his the back of his hand over her arm. "Well, that's not true… it'd be irresponsible not to feed her."

"You think you're funny," she says, turning her head on the pillow to look at him. "But you know I don't like to sleep without both of you here."

"I know…"

"It just feels…"

"Odd," Robin supplies. "I get it…"

"Yeah…"

"Well, you know she gets when she sees something… new and shiny."

A grin twists onto Regina's lips. "It's adorable, isn't it?"

"It really is," Robin says, laughing softly as he nods. "Do you want me to go get her? I know how to turn off the computer now…"

Regina blinks. "Unplugging it is not turning it off."

"Well… the screen goes dark and you can't use it anymore, so that's… basically the same thing."

"No," she says, a giggle rises into her voice as she leans over and pecks his lips. "But… it's endearing."

Robin's hand slides over her hip as his lips slide over her jaw, and a little laugh escapes her as her arms come up around his shoulders. His lips find the spot just beneath her earlobe and her head falls back against the pillow as lets out a breathy sigh–and just as her fingers curl around the fabric of his her shirt, the door opens and he pulls away.

"Oh…am I… interrupting?" Mal asks from the doorway.

"Never…"

"We were actually just talking about you."

Mal's brow arches and she shakes her head. "Yes, that's exactly what it looked like you were doing… talking." Regina's eyes roll as Mal crosses the room, and sits down on the foot of them bed. "And since you're both in a… talking mood… there's… something I should tell you."

Robin and Regina exchange glances as they settle back onto either side of the bed.

"I… might have just purchased… three tickets to Paris."

"What?!"

"Paris…"

"Possibly. I'm not entirely sure."

"How!?" Regina blinks. "Mal, that's… how can you not be sure?"

Mal's shoulder shrug as she looks between them. "It's… confusing. There are lots of buttons and… things that flash and… pretty pictures and… colors…"

"Oh my god, Mal," Regina says, trying her best to cheek her voice even. "One of those boxes usually asks if you're sure. Did you click that?"

"Well, I am sure…" she says defensively as she looks between them. "We all had such a good time in Bora Bora… it'd be nice to get away again, enjoy some time together in a beautiful place… drink wine and eat baguettes and…" She laughs as her eyes widen, "Get lost in the Louvre or Versailles or the Grand Palais."

Robin chuckles as Regina's eyes narrow. "Somehow I'm starting to doubt that this was an accident."

"It was," Mal insists as she reaches out and swirls her fingers around Regina's ankle and her eyes shift to Robin. "But… I can't say I'm sorry about it."

"She makes a good point," Robin says. "Bora Bora was an incredible week."

Regina sighs. "I just don't understand how…" Then her voice halts and a grin tugs onto her lips as she remembers how good it felt to be in the warm, tropical breeze–how good it felt to be away from Storybrooke, away from prying eyes and hushed whispers, away from social obligations and responsibilities–in a place where their only concern was enjoying each other. "So, when are these tickets for?"

"Oh, I… didn't check," Mal murmurs as she stretches out between them. "I just kept thinking about… the three of us in Paris and…" Her voice trails off as she rolls onto her back, offering them a content sigh as she rests her head on Robin's shoulder. "It all happened so fast."
Regina laughs softly as she rolls onto her side, brushing her lips against Mal's cheek. "I'll show you how to check the dates and…probably change the dates in the morning."

"Does this mean we're going to Paris?" Robin asks, turning his head on the pillow to look at Regina, and pressing a quick kiss into Mal's hair. "Because I wouldn't be opposed to that."

"It appears that way," Regina says with a sigh, as reaches over to turn off the lamp, making the room go dark. "I guess we'll let you know in the morning."

"Oh, there's… just one more thing," Mal says just as Regina's voice trails off. "There… might be a package coming for me tomorrow. Just… ignore it."

"You ordered that hair brush, didn't you?" Robin asks flatly. "The one with the ivory and the gold…"

"It was just so pretty and… I just… I couldn't help it."

Regina groans loudly and before she can even allow herself to be annoyed, she feels herself start to laugh. Shaking her head she sighs and rolls onto her side, cuddling against Mal as she thinks of the dragon's growing hoard and how absolutely endearing–albeit a little vexing–that is, and how it makes her love her all the more.