Playing with your food
lexvalcur asked for a oneshot of Snow telling Emma off and then Regina getting involved and telling Snow off.
"Oh for goodness sake Emma, it's your dinner, not a work of art." Snow snapped. Emma took her hands away from her dinner and raised them in the air defensively.
"Sorry." She said. "I was just thinking is all, and I started doing that. I wasn't aware you found it offensive." Snow rolled her eyes grumpily. Neal was teething, and as such neither parent had been getting much sleep. So both had relatively short fuses at the moment and little things were setting them off. Emma might be wary of pushing her mom's buttons right now, but Regina wasn't. What exactly could Snow do to her?
"I seem to remember a certain little girl doing the exact same thing every mealtime." Regina piped up. Both Emma and Snow looked at her. "Oh don't act all innocent Snow. You did it all the time. Your dad may have found it some sign of creative genius, but I swear you knew it annoyed me and did it all the more. You can't blame Emma for being your daughter. It's not her fault her genetics are so flawed." Emma bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at her mom's furious face. Regina clearly had no fear.
