"We need a pet," Emma said.

"We've had this discussion before," Regina said. "We do not need any animal in this house. They are messy and don't do anything but get fur everywhere."

"What if we got a pet that didn't make a mess?" Emma asked. "Then would you agree?"

"Possibly," Regina said. "What kind of pet did you have in mind?"

"What about a fish?" Emma asked. "They don't do anything but live in a bowl. And they're fun to watch too."

"Don't they die quickly?" Regina asked. "I would rather not get Henry's hopes up that he's going to have a pet just to have it die in a couple days."

Emma shrugged. "If you take care of it the right way, they could live for a couple years."

Regina sighed. "Fine. You can get a fish. But if I come home and see anything but a fish, you're dead."

"Mom really gave you permission for this?" Henry asked.

"Yeah," Emma said. "She said that we could have a pet."

"A pet?" Henry asked. "You didn't specifically tell her that you were going to get a dog?"

Emma smiled guiltily as she led the dog inside. "That's kind of why his name is gonna be a little weird."

"What's his name?" Henry asked.

Emma blushed. "Fish."

"We are not naming the dog Fish," Henry said. "That is the dumbest name that I have ever heard in my entire life."

"That has to be his name," Emma said. "I told your mom that we were going to be getting a fish."

"So the dog has to be named Fish because you bought a dog instead of an actual fish?" Henry asked. "Why don't you just call and tell her that you got a dog?"

"Because then I'll die," Emma said.

"You're going to die anyway," Henry said. "All she has to do is look at the dog and you're toast."

"Thank you for the encouragement," Emma mumbled. She went to say more, but froze as the front door opened. Regina was home.

"What do we do?" Henry whispered.

"Take Fish," Emma said, holding out the leash. Henry grabbed it and pulled Fish into the backyard. Right as the back door closed, Regina walked into the kitchen.

"You're home early," Emma said.

Regina shrugged. "There wasn't much to do at the office, and I wanted to meet this new fish of ours."

"About that," Emma said. "It was hard finding one that I liked, so I had Henry come with me to pick one."

"Okay," Regina said. "And did you pick one?"

Emma nodded. "He's kind of different from normal fish though. Very different."

"What does he do, swim in circles?" Regina asked, chuckling.

"Not quite," Emma said. "Henry, bring Fish in!"

"You named the fish, Fish?" Regina asked. "That seems a little unoriginal."

"We didn't name the fish," Emma said. "Because we don't have a fish."

"What do you mean we don't have a fish?" Regina asked. "You just asked Henry to bring Fish in."

Henry walked into the room, Fish right next to him. "This is Fish."

"You got a dog?" Regina asked, turning to face Emma. "What did I tell you about getting animals that make a huge mess? That's basically the definition of a dog."

"I'm sorry," Emma said. "But he was going to be put down, and he is way too sweet of a dog for that. Please."

Regina sighed as she looked at Fish. "Fine. We can keep him. But you have to change his name."

"Yes!" Henry exclaimed. "Wait here. I have a whole list of dog names that I've been planning for a long time."

Regina rolled her eyes affectionately. "Of course you have."