Summary: Regina tells Marian and Robin her news. Their reaction's surprising, to say the least!


Storybrooke Riding Centre

It was almost five thirty in the evening when Marian locked the door to the office safe, having filed everything else away. She'd just said goodnight to Gilbert, and prepared to lock up for the night, leaving only Trevor the night watchman to guard the stabled horses.

Just ten short months after they'd taken over the management of the dilapidated militia stables, refurbishing them and reopening as a riding centre, the new public facility had turned out to be far more popular than anyone would have imagined. After arriving in Storybrooke only ten months ago, she'd found her son, a wife, her widowed former husband, and a new life. A place she could truly call home, and she'd never been happier.

She was about to lock the reception door behind her, when she heard the crash in the tack room nearby.

"What the hell?" Burglars? Picking up a heavy steel torch, ready to knock out any unwanted trespasser if needed, she stood ready to strike.

"WHOEVER'S IN THERE - COME ON OUT!" she bellowed, as aggressively as she could. "NOW!"

Hearing a low moan, possibly of someone in pain, she cautiously crept to the door, moving to one side. "I MEAN IT! I'M ARMED! COME OUT NOW, AND DO IT SLOWLY!"

Hearing another painful groan, she cautiously opened it, keeping the metal weapon raised. However, instead of catching a thief red-handed, she saw a figure slumped on the ground. A figure she recognised immediately. "REGINA? WHAT THE HELL?" she ran into the storeroom, dropping to the floor. "What happened?"

"Oooh!" her wife groaned, clearly in some discomfort. "I completely forget what she'd said about using magic! God that hurts!"

She pulled her against her. "Regina, what's going on? I was expecting you two hours ago. I left a text. What happened? Are you all right?"

Regina tried to collect her thoughts, as Marian helped her slowly to her feet, moving her out from the little storeroom and to a nearby chair. "Sorry I'm late. Ouch! I got distracted by something. I apparated over here, to try to get to you before you left, but…I guess I fainted."

"Sit down, and let me get you a glass of water. You're on your own? Weren't you supposed to be picking up Roland?"

"I did. He's with Tuck and the boys. But I needed to see you alone, before we picked him up together. I need to talk to you."

"Okay, but first, I'm more worried about you fainting! Are you alright? Are you sickening or something?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm not sick exactly but, something's happened. After you left us this morning, I went over to the hospital."

"Hospital?" Marian froze. "Why? Gina, you're worrying me!"

"Please, Mari, stop shouting. Just...just let me finish! I'm not ill, I'm just…pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Her jaw dropped in astonishment. It took a moment before the news sank in, after which her look of shock slowly morphed into a sly grin. "Really?"

She hadn't been sure what reaction to expect from Marian, but perhaps this was going to be easier than she thought?

"Yes. She ran a blood test. Between eight and ten weeks, the doctor thinks…"

"She? Who's the doctor?" She sat her in her desk chair.

"Someone I'd never met before. Doctor Fletcher, I believe."

"Hilary Fletcher? Richard's wife? Gina, she's a darling! You're in good hands with her. Rob and the boys broke him out of King John's dungeons years ago. He knows them well. That's wonderful news, but why on earth didn't you tell me you thought you might be? I could have come with you!"

Keeping each other's confidence, she didn't want to tell her about Emma's pregnancy, until she'd told the pirate. So, she didn't mention exactly when she suspected. Plus, she knew Marian always felt a little odd about her friendship with Henry's other mother. "I'd no idea till this morning. I had an odd feeling and, I did some reading up online this morning, I thought there was a possibility. That's why I didn't say anything." That was, at least technically, the truth!

"Well either way, it's wonderful news. You told me how much you wanted another baby of your own. I assume you haven't messaged Robin yet?"

"You're the first person I've told since I left the hospital. I wanted to tell you first, before I faced him. You think he'll be all right about this?"

"You kidding me?" she knelt before her, smiling. "You've seen him with babies; they're all over him. He'll be thrilled!" She kissed her hands. "Just like I am!"

Regina smiled, finally relaxing at her words. "I don't want to tell him on the phone. I'll wait till he gets back Friday." She rubbed the back of her head. "I was in a rush to tell you, so I apparated here, forgetting that the doctor told me not to use magic throughout the pregnancy, to avoid sickness and dizziness. Seems she was right!"

"You'll have to use boring old cars and your feet, just like the rest of us mere mortals?" she sniggered, rising up to kiss her cheek. "This is the best news ever!"

"It's early days, Marian. I need to get through a pregnancy first! I've no experience whatsoever; other than seeing Snow and Emma go through it."

"It's just as well you have an adoring, devoted wife who has already! A wife who's going to be with you every step of the way…"

"A very beautiful, wonderful wife I don't deserve. None of this would even be possible without you!"

"Well..." she pecked her lips, helping her stand up. "A certain thief of ours played a part too, don't you think? Your baby's going to be in the best of hands. You're already a wonderful mother to Henry and Roland."

Regina felt a treacherous tear of happiness slide down her cheek. "Our baby, Mari. This is yours just as much as mine!"


Two hours later in the Swan-Jones house, Killian had just settled Hope in her cot and read to her, before heading downstairs, to find an anxious Emma stood in the kitchen, cupping a hot drink. "Good day for you too, Swan? Did Henry get off okay? What's that you're drinking? It smells familiar."

"Ginger tea. Settles the stomach." She looked at him, slightly nervous, preparing to tell him.

"You still feeling rough? You seemed a little tired and tense this morning."

"Yeah, well…about that. Could you sit for a minute? I need to tell you something."

He did as asked, though looking at the tea in question, he had an inkling where this may be going. "Alright, Swan, I'm all ears."

"We saw Henry off this morning. He's fine. Marian also came over to see him off, then she left for work and I had the morning with Regina. I'd been feeling a little odd. Not sick exactly but…odd, you know? I wasn't sure but, I had my suspicions, so I bought something the day before." She reached behind her, into her jeans pocket to show him. "Remember these?"

"Bloody hell!" he gasped, seeing the test stick between her fingers. "You're pregnant?"

"Maybe two months. I didn't want to say anything till I knew for certain, so I rang up the maternity clinic in the hospital and they saw me this afternoon. Regina kept me company as I was getting pretty nervous." As she explained, she noticed he seemed unusually calm. Not what she was expecting. He stayed silent, which after a few seconds, felt unbearable. "Killian - say something?"

"Well," he looked over her, his head slowly moving side to side, trying to find the words. "I know what I want to say Swan, but before I do, I know you've had a few hours to think about it. How do you feel about it?"

"Terrified, to be honest! I was telling Regina how shitty I was after Hope arrived. How you basically did everything. I don't want that happening all over again. I don't want to put you through all that!"

"You were ill. You needed medicine and the cricket to help you. But after that, you proved yourself to be a great mum, as I knew you would be. As good as anyone. Please don't belittle yourself."

"Sorry but, my behaviour put our marriage at risk, Killian! I nearly lost you! I love you, and I don't want to do that to you again. That's what got me so terrified!"

"Emma, you're so much stronger than you imagine. You came through, with the help of everyone who loves you. And the Nostos water helped! Now we know the signs, you'll never go back to that dark place again."

"So," she looked seriously nervous now. "You're happy about it?"

"Another child?" he moved his hands to place them gently on either side of her abdomen. "Why ever not? To me, any child by you is a blessing from Zeus himself. Of course, I'm happy!"

"Thank god!" Now several tears started to flow, although she gasped when his hands moved quickly around behind her, cupping her backside to easily lift her up and onto his chest. She had only ever seen him cry once, during that dark time in the Underworld when she had to leave him in Hades crypt. But now, there were tears of joy raining down his beautiful, bearded cheeks.

"It's wonderful, my Swan. One of the greatest gifts you could ever give me!" His sincere words were followed by a heartfelt kiss, as his lips latched onto hers.


The Nolan Farm

"So she went to the clinic with Regina…" Snow carefully explained to David what had happened that afternoon. "We both know she never goes anywhere like that, unless there's something seriously wrong, and sometimes not even then!" He tried to listen patiently, but even he found it a strain. "Gillian said she went with Regina. Regina, David! She didn't even take Killian!"

"So? He was out on the Jolly all day, wasn't he? What's wrong with taking Regina?"

"I'm her mother, David! If there's anything wrong, she should have talked to me first! Dammit, that woman knows far more about my own daughter than I do!"

"My love, don't exaggerate. They're best friends, they have been for a while now. You know there's things you share with Ruby that you don't even tell me or Emma about. Well she needs that too! You think she may be pregnant? Well think about who you told first when you were expecting Emma. It wasn't me, was it? No, it was Ruby, your best friend. And that's fine by me!"

"But I never had a mother to confide in! Emma has! She should be talking to me. Or Killian. I need to talk to him…"

"No, absolutely not! Snow, I love you with all my heart, and gone along with most of your crap over the years, but not this time! You must stay out of it!"

"But what if he doesn't know, and she really is pregnant? What if she doesn't want it? What if-"

"NO! I mean it Snow, this is a dreadful idea. And you've produced some real stinkers in your time! Think about Maleficent's daughter?" That produced an angry glare. "Your interference, and my stupidly going along with it, ruined that poor girl's life! And the dragon's. And they're only just back on a decent path now! No, you must not interfere. Let Emma do what she needs to do. And if she wants to confide in the woman who's had as miserable a childhood as hers, you must let her!"

She looked up at him. He seemed almost angry with her! But he wasn't done.

"She's a grown woman Snow, and I want to protect her as much as you do. But it's her life! She'll do the right thing. You know she will!"


Mifflin Street – Friday

It was almost seven when Robin finally arrived home from New York, having called in on Henry in his Cambridge apartment. Exhausted, and after going up to Roland's room just in time to read him a story, he came down again to hug his girlfriends, before slumping into the sofa. Marian brought him a mug of tea.

"So, Henry's invited us to come up and see his apartment next month. It's rather plush, I must say! The ladies send their regards too…"

"Which ones?" sarked Regina, coming to sit beside him. "I'm losing track. Every call we have, some half-dressed, scantily-clad young woman seems to appear nearby. Anyone would think he's running a brothel!"

Robin laughed. "He'd love that! No, I gather his young lady friend Christina lives there at the weekends only. Which reminds me, you remember how beautifully Violet Morgan sang at the wedding?" both women nodded. "Well, we've been invited to an opera she's performing in! I have a leaflet somewhere…" he focused his mind and his irises went gold for a moment, before a sheet of glossy printed paper appeared in his hand. Regina took it off him to read.

"Lakmé. Delibes? She's really in that?"

"She's the one playing Lakmé, the lead! With that voice, I'm not that surprised. I downloaded an album of it before I drove back."

"I'd like to borrow that. I only know the Flower Duet. It's a really beautiful song. Very moving. If she's in that, I'm impressed!"

"Getting to know her a little, she seems a very impressive young lady. And Henry seems very smitten!"

"Even more reason for us to go! We only said goodbye to him at the start of the week. So, what else did you do while you were away?"

"Well, I've now got Zelena's consent on the joint custody in writing. I was planning to go to California to see Robyn, but she's bringing her to Storybrooke in two weeks' time anyway. Robyn will stay with us over the Christmas holidays, then we'll fix the timetable for joint access."

"I'm amazed she didn't put up more of a fight!" said Regina. "Like me, she finds it difficult to share."

"I guess I have Merlin and Celia to thank for that. I met them there too, and Celia's fiancé. Lovely young man. When he found out just who we were, he kinda invited us to their wedding next year. All three of us! Oh, and Zelena wants to change her name to Margot."

"Wait – what?" Regina gasped.

"The wedding? Next August, I believe…"

"No, you fool! Robyn! What was that about a name change?"

"She wants to be known as Margot from now on. She said it was confusing having the same name as her dad, and wanted to know if I had an objection. I don't. After a famous ballet dancer, I gather."

"So Zelena's not going to be a problem? I don't understand."

"Merlin made her see sense. He took her aside and talked to her. Either way, it somehow worked. So 'Margot' will be up for Thanksgiving and stay till after the New Year. Then we discuss when she'll be staying with each of us. But she'll stay more with us because Zelena's working full time now.

"She told me. And that she's engaged. Sounds like you've been busy!"

He nodded, swallowing the hot tea in two mouthfuls, putting the mug back on the table. "So, what about you two? What's new?"

"Well…" Regina wasn't sure how to start, glancing back at Marian nervously. The taller woman stepped closer, lowering herself down onto the carpet in front of her, taking her hand in silent support, urging her to start.

"Lets see now. Killian and Marian's tourist venture seems to have had a good first full month; takings are up. Roland's grades came back and he passed his English. Emma tells me that the now Princess Elsa and Prince John are coming back here next week. At the riding centre, the vet sadly had to put poor old Seth down. Oh, and I appear to be pregnant."

It took a moment for her words to sink in. "Seth? Oh poor old soul. Still he had a...wait...hang on? You're what?"

"Seth? Well, his hind legs were-" she evaded, for no obvious reason.

"Pregnant?" his jaw dropped. "I thought you said you couldn't conceive? There was a curse?" He stopped himself going any further, vaguely recalling what she'd told him.

"Lake Nostos water, Robin!" Marian stepped in. "The water that helped bring you back? Killian gave Emma, Regina, and me, bottles of it. Fixes many things. Cures infertility curses too."

"Good lord," Robin's mind was a whirlwind, unable to process. "So…you really are pregnant?"

His open-mouthed, shocked look disconcerted her. Regina frowned. "Yes…and frankly, I was hoping for a very different reaction!"

However, although it took a good ten seconds, his jaw finally lifted off the floor, and his lips slowly broke into a warm, wide smile, his eyes starting to glisten. "Sorry, I was just…it was a lot to take in!" He leaned across, pulling her head towards him and latching his lips onto hers. Without another word, he stood up, leaning over her and, without warning, slid his hands between the sofa and her buttocks, lifting her with ease and forcing her to part her legs, wrapping them behind him as he brought her close, studying her face. "Clever you!" he whispered. "Clever, clever you!" before pressing his lips onto her once again. "That's the most wonderful news!"

Seeing his face, a mask of adoration, his eyes twinkling with happiness: "I'm not sure there's anything clever about it! Just basic biology. I'm just doing what most other women can do, even if it does scare the hell out of me!"

"There's nothing, and never will be, anything basic, about you, Regina!" he kissed her for a third time, Marian now standing beside them, still holding Regina's hand. "Another little Locksley in our lives! When did you find out? How far along are you?"

"I went to the clinic on Monday, after we saw Henry. The doctor says eight to ten weeks. She wants to scan me next week."

He gently lowered her to the floor. "Eight to ten weeks?" he repeated. "That far along? Goodness, that must have been-"

"Our very first night together…" interrupted Marian, slipping her arms around their waists. "When that magic wave happened!"

Robin copied her actions, slipping an arm around both of them to pull them all together, and shaking his head slowly from side to side in astonishment. "I should have spotted some symptoms. Look at you," his eyes moved down to gaze at her stomach. "You don't even show!"

"You're flattering me! I show all right, definitely a bulge down there. I didn't know myself till I read up the symptoms on Monday. I always imagined you'd feel sick or dizzy, but I haven't been. Also, because most of my life I haven't had periods, I didn't notice any difference for the last month or two."

"Well you look perfect to me! What made you suspect you may be, enough to go to the hospital?"

"Well, the home pregnancy test stick for one. Apart from the sensitive boobs," she really didn't want to mention the constipation, for obvious reasons! "And a weird taste in my mouth."

"Test stick?" said Marian. "You never mentioned a test stick?"

"One of Emma's spares," As she said it, she realised she'd never mentioned Emma's involvement.

Marian seemed puzzled. "Emma has spare pregnancy test kits in her house? Why?"

"Erm…" Regina was momentarily stumped to answer. She wouldn't betray her friend's confidence about her own pregnancy, "I'm not really sure. She just did, so I used one, and it came up positive."

"So Emma knows you're pregnant?" Marian persisted. Seeing the look in Regina's eyes told her the answer.

"Um…yes. She saw the result. But she promised to keep it quiet till I was ready."

Marian studied her eyes more slowly. She seemed to be looking shifty. "So, Emma knows. Did you take her with you to the hospital for the blood test the same afternoon to confirm it?" Regina looking down, avoiding their looks, all but confirmed it, as Robin stood, confused by her hardening tone. "Did she?"

"Yes. She joined me. But-"

"So, let's get this right. You suspected you may be pregnant; you borrowed your best friend's home pregnancy test, and used it in her house; you found out you were probably pregnant. Then you booked a visit to the clinic to see a doctor, taking Emma along with you. Then you took a blood test, with her there. I left you around ten, and you never told me, your own wife, that you were pregnant until later that evening?"

When laid out like that, it did seem odd, and Regina began to realise why she seemed upset. "Mari, I only found out for sure that morning! I had to pick up Roland and drop him off with Tuck. Then I apparated straight over to you! That's why I was dizzy."

"You knew when you used that home test? Emma's home test?" she sounded angry. "You knew hours before, and you didn't tell me, your own wife, that you were pregnant!"

"Mari, you don't understand…"

"Help me understand then, Gina? Help me understand why you never told me you thought you were pregnant for eight hours? Yet you were able to share it all with your best friend. Your best friend, who you told me you were still in love with! The one who admitted she was also still in love with you!"

She hadn't seen her this angry since she saw her punch Emma in the face in the diner a year ago. She was fuming and Regina needed to calm her down. But she couldn't betray Emma's secret. "Marian, as I've told you countless times, I am not in love with Emma! I love her, as a friend and co-parent, but I am not in love with her. I am in love with you! And Robin!"

"Then why didn't you tell me you were fucking well pregnant as soon as you knew?" she snarled, her face now right up in front of Regina's. "Why did you take your fucking girlfriend to the clinic instead of your own wife?"

"I…I…"

"To hell with this! Fuck you!" the taller woman turned, moving to the door as Regina called after her, giving it an almighty slam behind her, the force of the air behind knocking one of the pictures close by off the wall, making it crash to the floor, glass splintering from it.

Silence reigned, Regina standing stunned as Robin's arm came back around her. "Leave her to calm down for a bit, my love. I'll have a word with her soon. You just sit for a minute…"

She looked up at him, tears starting to fall. Robin was always so patient, calm and understanding. He'd only been home less than an hour, yet he had to come back to this!

"No Robin," she shivered. "She's right to be angry. I should have told her first! It's just…Emma had a secret which I promised not to divulge. She…" she couldn't talk anymore, breaking down into tears as he moved to hold her.


Ten minutes later, Robin walked into their bedroom, a tray in hand, to find Marian lying hunched up on the top of the sheets. He could see she'd been crying.

"I brought up some tea. And chocolate biscuits."

"Biscuits? I'm trying to watch my weight." She mumbled, half into the pillow.

"You always are, and all the time I've known you, you've never needed to!" Without another word, he silently put the tray down on the bedside table, climbed onto the sheets, lay back and pulled her into his arms, forcing her head onto his broad chest. Although in truth, he'd never needed to force her. It was one of her favourite places to be. "Talk to me, love?"

"Don't want to…" her voice held an almost childlike quality. And petulant.

"You will eventually," he persisted, pulling her in tighter.

"You're annoying," she groaned, not resisting him as she settled.

"That I am," his voice seemed even deeper with her ear now pressed to his chest. "Good job you love me then…"

"One can go off people…"

"Never! I could never go off you…" his breathing settled as she could hear whatever he'd drunk earlier swilling down into his stomach. "Or Regina…"

They stayed still for a good five minutes, until she finally spoke again. "How is she?"

"In tears…" she felt his lips kiss her forehead. "Just like you…"

Another silent few minutes, before, "I know I over reacted."

"You were feeling insecure. It's understandable."

"What about you? Doesn't it bother you? How close she is to her?" she moved her hands to glide over his stomach, digging under his shirt to let her fingers roam in the soft hairs under his navel.

"To Emma? No, not really. They've had an odd relationship. So much in common. Especially Henry."

"I know! But still. They share things that she doesn't share with me. I feel left out sometimes…"

"You know…Regina would never be unfaithful to you, don't you? Never be unfaithful to us. Does it bother you more because Emma's another woman?"

"Perhaps. She's had lovers in the past, but only two real loves. Both of them murdered. But you came back. Her True Love." She looked at his wrist. "The man with the lion tattoo." Her fingers continued to work through the hairs. "She told me that, until I came here, she'd never been with another woman. At least not properly. I believed her…"

"Believed? You think she wasn't telling the truth?"

"Not exactly. I know she made out with Maleficent. But then there's Emma."

"You know I've read part of Emma's mind, don't you?" The simple way he said it made her finally look up at him.

"You have?"

"Yeah. By the quayside when we were waiting for the Jolly Roger to dock. She asked me to prove something to her about the magic Zeus gave me…"

"You said. Something about her challenging you to tell her the colour of her knickers, not realising she'd forgotten to put any on!"

That made them both chuckle, Marian enjoying the feel of his warm chest rumbling against her head. "Yes, well, when I 'read' her, I deliberately tried not to pry. But I picked up her 'senses'. She's genuinely, head-over-heels in love with her husband! He comes first. Alongside Hope and Henry, of course."

"I believe you. But she loves Regina too!"

"She does, but not in that way. If you, me and Killian didn't exist, I could imagine them making a life together. They've suffered so much in their childhood, that they kind of latch on to each other. Personally, I think they're good for each other. It's more sisterly love, than romantic."

"He's right you know!" said a nervous voice from the door, making her turn. "About Emma and me. As I've said before, I do love her; but not like you think! You have no reason to feel threatened."

Marian wanted to respond, but chose to turn, resting her head back on his chest. Feeling the mattress sink below her feet, she assumed Regina had also climbed onto the bed.

"I need to apologise, Marian. You're right of course, I should have told you about Emma being with me at the clinic. You had a right to know and, by rights, you should have been the first." Marian stayed still, her eyes closed, listening. "But there's a reason I couldn't say anything. About her."

Robin looked up at his other lover, also interested in her reason. "When we were saying goodbye to Henry, I noticed Emma looked pale and…well, worried about something. After you'd gone, I stayed for coffee and she told me what was bothering her. I'm not like Snow, I never break confidences but…this time, considering what you think of me, I will." She was waiting for some sort of reaction from Marian. But she stayed silent, so she continued.

"Emma was feeling unwell. She thought she could be pregnant; that's why she had several home test kits there, just to know for sure. She was nervous, obviously, so she asked me to read the result after she used one. As we waited, she told me her symptoms, some of which are similar to mine. The sore breasts, the odd taste in the mouth. The constipation…" Marian's eyes opened again, as she listened.

"So, I looked online, saw that I could be as well. So I asked her if I could use one of her kits. We read each other's results, and we both tested positive. Emma wanted to know for sure, so she rang the clinic, who gave her a same-day appointment. I joined her, and decided to take advantage and get one for myself."

She watched Marian's hand slowly playing over the hairs on Robin's stomach, considering what she was being told.

"We waited half an hour, then they gave us the results. We were both pregnant, she around two weeks later than me. As we didn't want results recorded under our records until I'd spoken to you, and Emma had spoken to Killian, Doctor Hilary listed us down as 'Jane Doe 1' and 'Jane Doe 2' in the system. I left after that, to get Roland from school, drop him off and then apparate over to the stables."

Marian's eyes lifted up, to see Robin's reaction. He nodded slowly.

"I should have told you straight after the home test went positive. But I was trying to keep Emma's situation confidential. At least till she told Killian herself. But I could, and should, have just told you she was with me when I came to the riding centre. I wouldn't have necessarily needed to mention that she was also pregnant. You deserve better. I'm sorry…"

As Regina slowly turned, climbing off the bed, to go back downstairs and leave them alone, out of the corner of her eye she saw Marian silently waving her arm, pointing for her to come over to them. She sighed, slowly moving over and to climb back on, to finally rest her head on the left side of his chest, opposite Marian. They remained silent.

Looking down at the two small, shiny black scalps that rose gently up and down as he breathed, he whispered, "Do you know, this is my favourite view when I wake up in the morning? You two asleep on my chest? There's nothing finer…"

Marian finally spoke. "Till you ruin it, by getting up too early!"

"What can I say? I'm an early riser and I have a bladder! I need to pee in the mornings. Besides, who else would bring you tea?"

"You brought chocolate biscuits up just now? How many?"

"Three. Not enough?"

Regina, finally brought out of her guilt, started to smile at the silly turn of conversation between her two lovers.

"Nowhere near enough, you should know that! Bring up the rest of the packet!"

"Mmmm...no...not leaving. Too comfy. You go…" said Robin.

Marian was not to be refused. "If you get me the packet...I might make it worth your while!"

Robin smiled, his irises glistening gold. "You bad girl..." he groaned, as a full packet magically appeared on his stomach, just below their heads.

"That's more like it…" Marian's fingers delved into the pack, pulling out two biscuits. Regina looking at her, wanting to complain about crumbs and stains getting onto her pristine sheets. But thought better of it, instead whispering. "Is there one there for me?"

Marian, one biscuit already in her mouth, put two fingers back into the packet, pulling out one more, and placing it between Regina's lips. A silent sign of forgiveness.

"Poofing chocolate biscuits - now that's a proper use for magic! You two should take note..."