Emma swore that Regina didn't own one set of comfortable clothes. She had only seen her girlfriend wearing anything dressy, even around the house. So she decided to question it.

"Do you own a pair of sweatpants?" Emma asked.

Regina jumped at the sound of Emma's voice. She was in the middle of reading, and hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings at all.

"I don't believe so," Regina said. "Why would I need a pair? I have plenty of clothes already."

"But nothing comfortable," Emma argued.

"Who said my clothes aren't comfortable?" Regina asked. "I find them quite suitable in the comfort department."

Emma rolled her eyes affectionately. "And do you ever stop talking like you're a queen?"

"No," Regina said. "You seem to have forgotten that I spent most of my life being trained by my mother to be the perfect queen. That included talking and clothing."

"No one will think anything of it if you start talking differently," Emma said. "Or start wearing comfier clothes around the house."

"On the contrary," Regina said. "Most people in this town would find that bizarre and completely out of character. It would draw unwanted attention to myself."

Emma sighed. "But-"

"Besides," Regina interrupted. "I tried sweatpants once and they weren't very flattering. I enjoy clothes that have style, not make me look that I'm wearing a flour sack."

"They're not supposed to be flattering, they're supposed to be comfortable," Emma said. "At least give them another try."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Fine. But if I don't like them, you're going to let this drop."

"Will you come out already?" Emma asked.

"I look ridiculous," Regina said. "And was that a lesbian quip?"

Emma laughed. "No, it wasn't. Now come out of the bathroom before I poof you out here myself."

Regina sighed before opening the door and stepping out. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Emma expectantly. "Happy now?"

Emma nodded and let her eyes wander up and down Regina's form. It was true, the sweatpants and t-shirt didn't accentuate Regina's curves like the rest of her outfits did. But she still looked amazing.

"Very happy," Emma said. "Because you look gorgeous."

Regina rolled her eyes. "May I go change now? Into my regular clothes?"

"Again with the queen talk," Emma teased. "Why do you keep doing that? I can see you processing the words in your head before you say them. As if you're double checking to make sure they sound proper enough."

"I am a queen," Regina said. "I'm more refined than what you would consider 'normal' language."

"I'm not your mother," Emma said. "I love seeing you in casual clothes, and I'm not going to scold you if you say a sentence without correct grammar. I'm not a queen."

"No, you're a princess," Regina teased.

Emma glared at Regina. "Not funny."

Regina laughed. "My apologies. But your reaction was very much worth saying it."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just for that, you have to stay in sweatpants for the rest of the day."

"You can't make me," Regina said.

"Is that a challenge?" Emma asked. "Because if so, I accept. Very willingly."

"Or," Regina said slyly. "I could just take them off."

Emma smiled at Regina's idea. "You win," she said, pulling Regina to her and kissing her. "I like your idea much better than mine."

Regina laughed before kissing her. "That's what I thought."

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