Carmilla, Laura, and Kylie were watching Emma concentrating like her life depended on it.
"Mama, if you don't hurry your old ass up, I'm gonna pull it out for you!"
"Language young lady!"
"I'm sorry Mom."
"Your mouth is worse than I thought Emma's was."
"Hey, don't blame me for that! You should blame The Brat!"
"I'm not a brat, Emma Swan! I'm older than you, so show respect!"
"Respect? You wanna take this outside?"
"WE ARE OUTSIDE!"
The Swan-Mills and Hollsteins were outside in the front yard playing Jenga, rainbow edition, or in Kylie's words, "Big Tower of Gay".
It was a beautiful day outside so they thought that quality time would do good for them since they had been dealing with thunderstorms and snow lately, very odd occurrences in Storybrooke.
"Carm, I think we should move to Storybrooke."
"Do what?"
"Come on, I think it would be wonderful!"
"You prefer them Creampuffs here more don't you?"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Laura was eating a box of mini Creampuffs as she answered Carmilla.
"You love those more than you love me, admit it."
"Aunty C, she can't talk with her mouth full."
"Yes she can, I have seen it."
"Ew…"
"We saw who could fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Guess who won?"
"Me!"
Laura started to choke on a Creampuff and Carmilla came to the rescue.
"I don't think I'll be a happy wife living the happy life if Laura keeps trying to die by Creampuffs."
Regina was wearing jeans and Emma was so distracted by that she tumbled straight into the Jenga tower.
"Dear, you need to focus or else you'll always lose this game."
"Mabe you shouldn't be wearing those jeans."
"You guys are so gross! I just want to enjoy a game with my family and all you do is make sexual innuendos. They're literally gay ones."
"Language!"
"I was using it the way it's supposed to be used, Mom! Ask Carmilla."
"Oh don't drag me into this one, Punk."
"Aunty Laura?"
"Not touching that with a ten-foot pole."
"Ma?"
"Oh no, I prefer to not be in the dog house tonight."