"Look, this one doesn't look bad at all." The Mayor turned her laptop to the Queen. "Two bedrooms, a view of the bay ..."
"The subway under the window.", the Queen nodded, looking at the screen. They were both sitting in Gold's living room, drinking coffee.
"So what?", the Mayor shrugged. "It's on the seventh floor, we won't hear any trains."
"It may seem so to you." The Queen ran through several offers on the site. "Here is a nice apartment: across the street from us, 120 meters plus an attic and a central park is a stone's throw away."
"It's too expensive!" The Mayor raised her eyebrows, looking at the screen. "And far from city hall."
"I wouldn't advise you living near the city hall.", the Queen grimaced. "Far from the best areas in our city."
"As far as I understand, the main thing in your city is to be able to walk to work on foot." Regina grinned. "This is also a good apartment ..."
"Not if you need to live in Chinatown for this." She pointed her finger at the screen "And this "good apartment " is there."
"So what?" The Mayor looked through the photos. "I like it: both in appearance and price."
"No, this isn't an option at all." The Queen poured herself more coffee. "You will be afraid to leave the house there."
"Listen, I'll never find an apartment for myself.", the Mayor begged. "If I listen to you, then they are all in the wrong place and not "like that" but in that place "and such" are too expensive."
"Do you remember that Rumple is ready to pay for everything?", the Queen specified.
"Yes, but do you also remember that this option doesn't suit me?" The Mayor sighed. "I am able to buy an apartment myself!"
"In Chinatown.", the Queen nodded.
"Even there! So what? Thousands of people live there and are happy with everything!", the Mayor retorted.
"Wait a bit, look around, maybe there will be an offer in a good area that you can afford." The Queen added coffee to her. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Well, I can't live with you forever." She opened another ad.
"You live with us for only a week ...", the Queen began.
"... and I already saw Gold in his underpants.", the Mayor interrupted.
"You two just need to work out a schedule for using the pool.", her sister smiled, "since you are so shocked by naked men."
"And have I already mentioned what good audibility we have between our bedrooms?", the Mayor hesitated.
"Does Charlotte bother you?", the Queen was surprised. "But she only cried once at night during this whole week."
"What bothers me is what I hear in the mornings.", the Mayor answered, looking at the table.
"Oh ..." The Queen went deep into the real estate site again. "But this is not a reason to grab the first doghouse they have with a view of the subway." She added after a pause.
The Mayor's phone rang. She frowned sharply as she read the message.
"Something happened?", the Queen asked.
"Henry." Regina showed the Queen a message. "David told him that I live with you now."
"Pretty rude." The Queen stopped reading and looked at her sister with sympathy.
"He already figured out I had deceived him." She put the phone in her pocket. "And now he hates me." She lowered her head.
"No." The Queen hugged her. "Please don't cry! My milk will flow and this is my last dry T-shirt."
"Very funny." She also hugged the Queen, resting her forehead on her shoulder.
"But it's true." She lightly kissed her sister on the top of her head. "Give him time. You lied in vain to him and saw him off to England, but he will calm down. Everything will gradually improve."
"You don't know that." Regina wiped her tears. They were interrupted by a persistent knock on the door.
"I'll get it." the Queen went to the entrance hall.
"I'll come with you." Regina went after her. "I do not like unexpected guests."
On the threshold stood David Nolan.
"Where is Gold? I need him urgently!" The Prince declared from the threshold.
"David? What brings you here so suddenly?" The Queen was surprised. "It seems to me we have discussed and agreed on everything already."
"I need Gold!", he repeated.
"And hello to you too, Mr. Nolan!", the hostess laughed. "Did something happen? Is there something urgent? Why the panic?"
"It happened!", the Prince answered irritably. "Snow got worse!"
"And how did you reach this conclusion?", the Queen asked.
"We left her under Whale's supervision. He called me today. She does not sleep anymore, she fell into a coma!"
"Well, that's quite normal." His conversationalist shrugged. "Since you are not in town, she experiences a doubled down sleeping curse and that of course plunges her into a deeper sleep. There is nothing to worry about. It isn't dangerous for her life. When the curse is removed, both of you will be as good as new."
"Okay then! So let him remove it now!" the Prince exclaimed. "Where is he?!"
"You will not believe it, but he is also sleeping.", the Queen answered calmly.
"In the middle of the day?", David asked.
"Yes. What's so strange?" The Queen spread her hands. "We have small children, one of which is jealous of his sister and pesters us around the clock with his whims. We all get some sleep when we can. So I'm sorry, but your timing is off."
"Wake him up!" The Prince did not retreat. "The matter is urgent!"
"I already explained to you there is no urgency.", the Queen continued. "And I won't wake Rumple just for him to explain it to you again either."
"How can I trust you ?!" The Prince was boiling. "This won't work! We made a deal with Gold!" He wanted to step inside the house, on the hallway, but the Queen blocked his path.
"See, this is exactly what I was telling you about." she nodded to Regina. "For a resident of Storybrooke, my words sound like nonsense." She held out her hand for her sister who was standing a little behind her. "Come here, look carefully at Mr. Nolan. He looks exactly like you now, when we once again began to discuss the fate of our prisoners. Look how confused he is: he hears my words, understand each one individually but cannot connect them together because for him, it is complete gibberish. He really needs! Now! This second! Him! Generally, it's not clear to him how Gold can sleep in this situation and it's especially unclear why it's impossible to wake him right away."
"You know, Gold is right." Regina grinned, hugging her sister by the shoulders. "You really are absolutely not at all boring at all, not for one bit!"
"Well, I can't miss out on such a good illustrative example." The Queen smiled. "David", she turned to the prince again, "you've probably already noticed yourself that in this city everything is a little different than in Storybrooke. And this house is no exception. You can't come here at any time and demand immediate attention. So, no matter how shocking it may sound, you have to leave."
"But the situation has changed! I don't believe it isn't dangerous!", the Prince didn't give up. "We can't wait another week!"
"In a couple of hours, you can discuss this with Gold, preferably by phone. When he wakes up, I will ask him to call you.", she answered patiently.
"Really?" David did not let up. "Are you really throwing me out?"
"Yes." Mrs. Gold confirmed. "Exactly. This isn't Storybrooke. Here you can't barge into my husband's place at any time, demanding immediate attention. This is New York, a developed civilization with respect for the rights of others. If you need something, use the phone. Write a message on the phone or leave a voice message if you don't know how to write."
"You can't do that!" The Prince looked bewildered.
"I'm tired of explaining to you: nothing threatens Snow White's life, she simply plunged into a deeper sleep. You spent 28 years like that and, as you can see, nothing happened to you. Gold can't right now, immediately, give you his attention. He's sleeping. So take a walk for a couple of hours, calm your nerves. It will be useful for Neal as well. Gold will call you when he wakes up. Goodbye, David. I hope you'll leave yourself and I won't have to call the police." She closed the door to the astonished Prince's face.
"He will climb through the window.", the Mayor said thoughtfully.
"Hardly." the Queen smiled. "He still needs to move away from the shock. It will take quite some time. Come on, let me show you another good option in Manhattan. You will be Stern's neighbor."
"And why is this important to me?", the Mayor asked.
"Oh, stop it!" Her sister hugged her by the shoulders, dragging her along. "We all saw how you looked at each other when Charlotte and I checked out. And he, by the way, is quite a catch. Forty years old, divorced, not only the chief surgeon, but also the co-owner of the clinic."
"Let's start with the apartment.", the Mayor grinned.
"The apartment is also quite a catch, right across the street from his house."