Henry ushers the girls out of his namesake's bedroom. The last one out, he closes the door and then escorts them down to the Locksley's elegant living room.

Upon learning of her father's forced exile to the underworld courtesy of Henry's storybook, six-year-old Eliana scowls repugnantly and her normally pale skin goes bright pink as she demands to know, "Why didn't somebody tell me that's why Daddy has to spend so much time in the underworld? They could've just told me!"

Norah shrugs helplessly. "I don't know. Maybe you should ask your parents."

Grasping for any small amount of hope, Eliana wrinkles her nose. "Maybe the book is wrong."

Norah's eyes go wide. "Henry can't write it wrong. He has to write it the way it really happened."

"Who says?"

"Henry… And Mama too."

Eliana spins on her heel and glares at Norah's grandfather. "Are you sure you read that right? Does that book really say that my dad is jealous of Uncle Zeus? Because, Mr. Henry, that's just dumb!"

Having more than a passing acquaintance with the incendiary stare of a Mills female, the old king chuckles from the comfort of his armchair. "I'm quite certain I read it correctly. You're welcome to ask for a second opinion if you like, but such a request will come with questions; and the answer to those questions will likely land your cousin Norah in hot water over her recent trespass into her brother's bedroom – something I suspect she might have been less inclined to do if it hadn't been for your influence, Eliana. How are you going to feel if the two of you are not allowed to see each other for a significant portion of time?"

Norah raises a hopeful eyebrow. "Does that mean you aren't going to tell Mama and Daddy?"

Henry eyes his young granddaughter with grave speculation. Not this time - as long as I don't catch you crawling through another upper story window of this house. Do anything like that again, and I will have no choice Norah."

Aware that she's just skated through a minefield narrowly avoiding doom, Norah gulps and whispers with relief, "Thanks Papa."

"Never mind thanks. Just you remember, that window is locked, and it will stay that way from now on whenever that room is unoccupied. Furthermore, if your brother wanted people dropping by for visits in his absence, he wouldn't bother locking the door, sweetheart. It's not very kind if you to invade Henry's privacy like that."

"Okay." Norah nods dutifully. "But, Papa, you said that Uncle Hades' exile was lifted…" Norah wrinkles her nose in uncertainty. "when Aunt Zelena was sick. What does that mean?"

"It means that he's not exiled there anymore. He can come and go as he likes. Although, before Eliana was born, his status beyond the underworld was probationary. That means he was released on the condition that he behave appropriately; and his release allowed him to be with Zelena when she needed him."

Norah giggles. "Kind of like when you're grounded, but you get to go on the school field trip anyway, as long as you're good, because it will make you smarter."

Eliana scowls. "My dad was not grounded!"

Still giggling, Norah reaches out and pokes her cousin on the arm. "Kinda sounds that way to me."

"Norah, you take that back!"

Norah sticks out her tongue and takes off running for the grand staircase.

As the redhead chases after his granddaughter, Henry closes the storybook, shakes his head in delight, and calls out with a word of caution. "No running on the stairs!" When small feet slow to a marginally safer pace, he deposits the coveted book on the end table that holds his current reading material and makes his way to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations as he mutters under his breath, "Oh, to have a fraction of their energy…"

Ten minutes later, after dashing through every hallway and out-of-the-way space of the upper floors of her house, Norah flops down on her bed and Eliana pounces. "Got you!"

Norah scoots away from her. "I'm just tired of running."

"I still got you."

Norah shrugs, letting the matter drop.

Eliana distracts herself with Norah's hand-me-down doll, Isabella, and searches the shelves containing all of her cousin's favorite toys without any real hope of finding another. "Norah, how come you only have one doll?"

Norah shrugs, feeling that it should be obvious. "Don't need more than one."

Encountering a foreign concept, Eliana scowls. "Yes, you do! How are you supposed to have a tea party?"

"Elia, dolls do not drink tea."

"Norahhhh! You're supposed to preee-tend."

Wholly unconcerned, Norah shrugs again. "Why? You don't even like tea."

"I know that! Mum gives us bug juice instead – the red kind; it's the best."

"I'd rather have cocoa and banana bread outside than stay inside and play with dolls."

"You're weird for a girl."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"'Cause, Eliana, you tell me all the time."

"Do not. Not all the time."

"You tell me a lot."

"You must not listen. You haven't gotten any more dolls."

"I listen. I just don't care if you think I'm weird."

"Norah…"

"Yeah?"

"If my dad isn't exiled anymore, then how come he stays in the underworld so much?"

"I think, maybe, it's his job."

"His job?"

Norah sits up in the center of her bed and crosses her legs Indian style. "Yeah." She nods. "Everybody has stuff they have to do."

"Maybe your mom and your dad. They're mortals. They need money for stuff. They gotta work."

"Yeah but we're just kids. We don't need money. Our parents pay for everything. Still, in our house, different people are in charge of different things. Henry has to mow the grass when he comes home from school in Boston. Roland has to take out the trash and sweep the porches. I have to make my own bed, and everybody has to wash their own plate and cup and silverware before we put it in the dishwasher at night."

Eliana's mouth falls open. "You mean you actually wash the dishes? Why?"

"I only wash my own, and Daddy even got me some pretty plastic ones. So, if I drop them on accident, they don't break."

"But why?" Eliana repeats; completely flummoxed by the concept.

Norah shrugs. "It's just my job. Daddy says everybody has to help out. Everybody has to do their part. It's one of his rules."

"Yeah, okay, but can't you just use magic?"

Norah shakes her head adamantly. "Daddy says no." She giggles and whispers conspiratorially. "Mama hates that rule."

Eliana nods. "I don't blame her. Who wants to touch dirty old dishes if you don't have to? Your dad does know she has magic, right?"

"Don't be stupid. Of course, he knows."

"Maybe he forgot. Maybe he bumped his head, or something?"

Norah squints doubtfully. "I don't think he can bump his head hard enough to forget that Mama throws fireballs, Eliana. That kind of thing is pretty easy to remember."

"Then why is she washing dishes… Specially if she doesn't like it."

Norah giggles. "I asked her that once. She said, she doesn't like washing the dishes, but she does like Daddy."

Eliana squints. "Weird, I don't get it."

"I know, right?" Norah giggles again. "She still says Daddy has to wash all the pots and pans. Especially if something gets a little bit burned and sticks to the bottom. She won't wash those. Especially not if they're too big for the dishwasher. Daddy says he's the palace slave."

Eliana makes an appropriately sour face. "Big people are so weird!"

Norah nods. "So, maybe, even though you don't need money, maybe gods have jobs too. Your Uncle Zeus is in charge on Olympus like my mom is in charge here in Storybrooke. Your dad doesn't have to stay in the underworld anymore… At least not all the time. But, he's still in charge. So, he has to go down there sometimes, like when Aunt Zelena goes to Oz, and Daddy goes to Elyria. Everybody has stuff they have to do. And big people have more stuff to do than kids. Maybe the underworld is just your dad's stuff."

"Well then, he needs to move his stuff here, so he can be here more."

"Uh, how?"

"Well, I think I saw that Olympus crystal-thing in Daddy's hiding place once. It was broken, but if I can fix it, and if Zeus used it to make Daddy go to the underworld, then maybe I can use it to move the underworld closer to us."

"Uh, Eliana I don't think you can move the whole entire underworld to Storybrooke."

"I can try."

Norah groans and covers her face. "I do not think Mama is going to like this."