Day 11 of Femslash February: Mermaids
"I got us a lot of cool stuff for movie night."
Regina regards her girlfriend with a bit of disbelief. She loves Snow. Regina doesn't regret that for a single moment.
It's still no secret that their tastes are wildly different.
"You already picked some weird movie and you expect me to think you got us anything cool?"
"Hey," Snow gives her a look. "I'll have you know; Splash is one of the tapes Mary Margaret would watch on repeat."
"Mary Margaret wore lime green cardigans and built birdhouses."
"Now you're insulting my bird houses?!"
"No, I'm…" Regina rubs her temples. This is not worth the migraine. "Just show me what you got."
Triumphantly, Snow rifles through the bag. Swedish Fish fall onto the table, earning an eyeroll from Regina. A bag of goldfish follow soon after.
"Tell me, are you 5 or did the curse just give you a childish taste in snacks."
Mary Margaret doesn't look up as she removes a six pack of Calypso Colada. "Fine, don't eat them."
Regina picks up one of the bottles, inspecting the side. "This actually doesn't look half bad."
"See, and look what I got to put them in?" She holds up two cardboard boxes displaying pictures of obnoxious wine glasses with mermaids on the side.
Regina bites her tongue. "Is that all?"
"Well I know you already ordered Chinese, so I didn't want to overdue it on the food. So, I just got us these really cool blankets."
She removes two, one in purple, the other in emerald green. Snow unravels the purple one to reveal it's shaped like a mermaid tail. Regina's brows about leap off her head.
"You're not serious?"
"Look, if you're boring, that's fine. I'm gonna get us set up. You relax."
She walks out of the room with the snacks and drinks, not so much as disappointed look on her face. Regina sighs, dropping down on the couch. These movie nights are supposed to be fun, relaxing. A way to forget about all the stress going on in their lives.
Regina tries to let go and see the world through Snow's lens. Growing up, well, they didn't have movies or confectionary shaped like fish, but she knows her mother would've hated all of it. Deemed it impractical. Regina does better with her own kids, letting them rot their teeth on Halloween or dance around in dress up clothes. Regina isn't a kid, though. She's an adult. The mayor of this town. She cannot be caught dead in a mermaid tail blanket. Snow understands. She likes quirky stuff, but never actually forces Regina into any of it.
She eyes the purple blanket, inching it closer. How would it even work anyway? At first, she just drapes it over her but it's barely comfortable. Then she sees the slit in the top.
"Like my ass is fitting in this," she mumbles.
And still, she tries. Regina slides her legs in, pulling the blanket up to her stomach. It's warm. Regina often complains how cold her legs get and regular blankets never cover her completely. She plays with the fringe at the top, moving around a little.
Snow appears a moment later, tray in hand. The drinks are poured into the glasses that look even more ridiculous in person. She's mixed the fish snacks together in one bowl, the others containing the heaps of lo mein, egg rolls and duck pancakes that Regina ordered. Snow tilts her head, clearly fighting a smile.
"Well, I can't exactly get up now," Regina says, keeping a straight face. "You'll have to bring me my food."
"Of course, Your Majesty."
Snow divvies up the food and passes Regina a plate, along with her glass. She takes a sip of the sickingly sweet drink.
"Okay, you had maybe one good idea."
She laughs. "You don't have to drink it. I've got back up wine."
"Bless you." Regina watches her wife finish setting up before settling down with her own blanket. "I know I gave you a hard time but…this isn't terrible."
"High praise coming from you," Snow says, taking a bite of her duck.
"Next time, we're watching that documentary I found. The one about Hollywood in the 40s."
Snow rolls her eyes. "Well, I'll have to find appropriate snacks for that one."
"I'll definitely appreciate a good cocktail."
