"Okay, question," Regina said, plopping down onto the couch next to Emma. "What's something about you that nobody else knows? That you haven't already told me."

"Huh," Emma said. "I don't think there is anything, honestly. You know everything about me."

"Do I?" Regina asked. "There has to be something that I don't know. It can be anything. I just want to know more about you."

Emma sighed. "Fine. But you can't laugh."

Regina nodded before looking at Emma expectantly. Emma laughed. "Okay," she said. "When I was little, I had this little doll that I would carry around with me everywhere named Lucy. And to this day, I still have her. Just for comfort."

"How did you get a doll?" Regina asked.

"There was a foster parent that really loved me," Emma said. "Treated me like I was his own daughter. He was the one who bought me the doll."

"And the other children weren't jealous?" Regina asked.

Emma shrugged. "There was nobody else in the home except for me and him. It was a good life, and he was even going to get the papers to be able to adopt me."

"Why didn't he?" Regina asked. It hurt her to know that Emma had come so close to getting her family, and then had lost it.

"He died," Emma said simply. "It was after a big snowstorm so the roads were incredibly icy. Another car slipped and hit him head-on, resulting in an instant death. So I was sent to another home."

"But Lucy went with you," Regina said.

Emma nodded. "From that day on, Lucy never left my side."

"Where is she now?" Regina asked. She couldn't recall ever seeing a doll around the house. Unless Emma had hidden her well.

"My parents' apartment," Emma said. "I figured that I wouldn't have to explain it since their place is so princess-like anyway."

Regina laughed. "That it is."

"So what about you?" Emma asked. "What's something that no one knows?"

Regina thought for several seconds before laughing. "I used to have an imaginary friend named Bella. She made things with my mother more bearable. I didn't feel alone."

"Did Cora ever find out about Bella?" Emma asked.

Regina shook her head. "I only ever talked to Bella when I was alone and needed a friend and someone to talk to. Imaginary friends are the best listeners."

Emma laughed. "I bet. How long was she around?"

Regina just smiled. "She's still around, just not as often. She's on her way to pick up Lucy right now though."

"Sure," Emma said. "Your imaginary friend is on the way to pick up my doll. What a pair we are."

"True," Regina agreed. "As Henry says, I do believe we are relationship goals."

Emma burst out laughing. "Hearing you say that just isn't right. Slang does not suit you."

"What's slang?" Regina asked.

Emma just smiled. "Exactly."