Emma held the cereal box away from her body, squinting to read the font. "Henry. What cereal is this?"

"Um, Cheerios?" Henry said. "Why are you asking me? You're the one holding the box."

"I can't read it," Emma said. "The font is too blurry."

"Or you just need glasses," Henry said, snickering.

Emma glared at him. "I do not need glasses. My eyesight is just fine, thank you."

"You just asked me what cereal that you were holding," Henry countered. "I'd say that means that your eyesight isn't the best."

Emma stuck her tongue out at him before pouring milk into her cereal and beginning to eat. "Say nothing to your mother about this."

"Say nothing to me about what?" Regina asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Nothing," Emma said quickly, eating more of her cereal and glaring at Henry. Henry said nothing and went back to eating his own breakfast.

Regina raised an eyebrow before slowly walking behind the counter. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your paperwork looking like a four year old wrote it, would it?"

Emma blushed as Henry snorted into his cereal. "Nope," she said. "I was just in a hurry."

"Uh huh," Regina said. She picked up the cereal box that Emma had set down and held it in front of her. "Read the back of this."

"I have to go," Emma said, eating the last bite of her cereal. "Don't want to be late to work!" She dumped her milk in the sink before hurriedly running out of the kitchen before Regina could say anything else.

Regina and Henry shared a glance. "She needs glasses doesn't she?" Henry asked.

"Just reading glasses for things up close," Regina said. "Finish your breakfast so I can take you to school. I'll work on her."

Emma sighed as she looked at the paperwork in front of her. As much as she hated to admit it, the paper was blurry.

Picking it up, Emma held her arm out in front of her until the words grew sharper. "There we go," she mumbled.

"What are you doing?" Regina asked, chuckling. "I thought that you could see perfectly fine."

"I can," Emma said, quickly setting down her paper. "No problems here."

Regina rolled her eyes. "You are so stubborn."

"You love me for it," Emma said, smiling at Regina.

"I do," Regina agreed, walking around Emma's desk. "But your stubbornness isn't going to help your eyesight."

"My eyesight is fine," Emma repeated.

"Read the paper in front of you," Regina challenged. "Without holding it up and moving it away from you."

Emma bit her lip and looked down at the paper. She couldn't see anything but blurs of black on a white sheet of paper. She pointed to the top of the page. "That's the spot for my name."

Regina laughed. "Nope. That's the spot for my name. Hence why none of the paperwork that you've done these past few days is actually correct."

Emma winced. "Sorry. I'll redo it."

Regina smiled gently at her. "That's not the problem. I fixed it. The problem is that you need reading glasses."

"No I don't," Emma argued, crossing her arms across her chest.

"What's the big deal anyway?" Regina asked. "They're just glasses."

"Reading glasses are for old people," Emma mumbled.

Regina chuckled before grabbing Emma's hand. "Just because you need reading glasses doesn't mean that you're old."

"Yes it does," Emma huffed.

Regina squeezed Emma's hand gently. "No it doesn't. Besides, you might actually look sexy in them."

Emma looked at her skeptically. "Are you lying just to make me give in?"

"Of course not!" Regina said. "I'm being honest. Plus it will help your vision, guaranteed."

Emma sighed. "Fine. I'll get reading glasses."

Regina smiled before pulling Emma to her feet and kissing her gently. "Let's go."

"Right now?" Emma asked.

"Yep," Regina said. "You're behind on paperwork."