He ate...so annoyingly. Regina watched Robin as he plowed into her lasagne. Just chomping away. Is that how he would eat pussy? "Wow," she thought to herself. That escalated quickly. Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of Roland and Henry laughing as they played videogames in the living room. At least someone is having fun, thought Regina begrudgingly. That someone was certainly not her. She continued to glare at Robin, who had now turned his attention to her cheesecake. Did this man ever stop eating? He glanced up to see Regina's perturbed face and frowned, mid-bite.

"Is everything ok?"

Regina hastily rearranged her features and presented him with a smile.

"Yes, everything is great. How about yourself?"

Robin sat back and rubbed his belly. "Everything is great! I'm having a good time. You're an excellent cook," he added, smiling.

Regina smiled and nodded, "You're welcome,"

She couldn't stop thinking about what Tink had said. To test her theory, she had invited Robin and his son over for dinner with her and Henry. Surely, if he was her true love, she would definitely feel it with their combined families? So far, however, Regina had only felt annoyance.

And it didn't all have to do with Robin either. She was annoyed with herself. With Emma. With everything that had landed her in this situation. She wondered how Robin felt. She couldn't quite gauge his emotions, probably because she had ventured into very emotional territory with him. At the very most, it seemed like they could be good friends. And what if the magic had changed? If he was no longer her soulmate, then she was no longer his. Why delay the inevitable?

She needed to talk to Tinkerbell.

After work Tuesday, she made her way to the Mad Hatter. She found Tink wiping glasses.

"Hey Fairy" she said

"Hello your Royal Highness," replied Tink, not missing a beat.

Regina frowned. "Don't call me that,"

"Well, don't call me Fairy,"

"Aren't you a Fairy?" asked Regina

"I'm retired,"

"Actually, you were fired,"

"Regina, what do you want?"

Regina sighed. "I need your help. Or advice,"

"Weird," said Tink. "And you decide to antagonize me first?"

"Force of habit," said Regina, smiling.

Tink rolled her eyes. Her curiosity got the better of her. "What do you need my help with?"

"My true love. I don't think it's him anymore."

Tink raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Who do you think it is?"

"No one," said Regina quickly.

"Liar," breathed Tink.

Regina frowned. "Why would I lie?"

"Because you're actually scared of who your True love might be,"

Regina hesitated. Tink was right. She was afraid.

"I don't know what to do," she said softly.

Tink leaned over the counter and whispered, ever so softly. "Regina, you could tell her how you feel,"

Regina's head jerked up. "I...how did you….?"

Tink smiled. "It's obvious. The way you look at each other. She isn't very subtle either,"

Regina sighed. "Well, she isn't talking to me,"

"Oh, what did you do," Tink asked, an innocent look on her face.

Regina made a face at her. "Why do you assume I did anything?"

"C'mon Regina, this is you we're talking about,"

"I've changed," said Regina primly.

"Into what?" asked Tink. Regina glared at her. "Thanks for your help," She swung around on her stool, ready to leave before Tink stopped her.

"We can find out you know,"

"No," said Regina at once

"No, what?"

"No, I do not want to use fairy magic to find out if Emma is my true love. No more mixing love and magic,"

And with that, Regina disappeared into the night.

Tink gazed at her retreating back. Maybe the Evil Queen had changed, after all.