This chapter is for Hypnotoad with the prompt: "Regina and Emma make a bet to see if they can go a week without using magic. Terms of the bet and the reward/consequence of winning or losing are up to you."

"Let's make a bet," Emma said.

"What for?" Regina asked. "We are not betting on how long it takes for Hook to make a move on you again, if that's what you had in mind."

Emma laughed. "Not at all. This is just between you and me."

"Okay," Regina said. "So what is this bet?"

"I bet that you can't resist the temptation to use magic for a week," Emma said, smirking at her.

Regina raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? I bet you can't either."

"So let's do it this way," Emma said. "Both of us have to resist using magic. If you use magic first, you have to drive my bug for a week."

"And if you use magic first, you have to make dinner for a week," Regina said.

"Isn't that punishing all of us?" Emma asked.

Regina laughed. "Don't even pretend that you're bad at cooking. We both know that you only pretend that you can't to get out of it."

Emma smiled guiltily. "You got me there."

Regina just smirked before sticking out her hand. "So, do we have a bet?"

Emma smiled before grabbing Regina's hand and shaking it. "We have ourselves a bet."

Not using magic ended up being harder than both women had anticipated. Things that normally took very little time took them both twice as long.

By about the third day, both of them were ready to give up. But Emma didn't want to cook, and Regina sure as hell did not want to drive the bug. So, both of them were stuck.

Emma had thought that she had come up with the perfect loophole, which was to have someone force her to use magic. But everyone in town knew that Regina would push that excuse away and still win.

By day six, Emma had had enough. There was no way that she was going to get any more work done if she didn't use some magic.

Cooking for a week wouldn't be that bad, would it? She could just make crappy food and have Regina cave and let her off of the hook.

Smiling, Emma decided that that's what she would do. She waved her hand, sighing in relief as the last piece of paper settled into its correct pile; completed.

"You used magic," Regina said, smirking.

Emma jumped. "How did you know that? I literally just used it!"

"I have my ways," Regina said. "Now then, what are we having for dinner?"

Sorry this was so short!