"You don't need to pack your whole entire closet," Emma said, chuckling as she walked into the bedroom.
Clothes were thrown all over the place as Regina pulled them out and set them into the pile she was creating. "I'm not. I just need to figure out what outfits I'm wearing for the whole vacation."
"So pack the same couple pairs of shorts and different shirts," Emma said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Less room to take up in your suitcase, and you'll still have a variety of outfits."
"I can't wear the same two pairs of shorts the entire week," Regina said, shaking her head. "That's not acceptable. It needs to be something new every day."
Emma groaned before flopping back on the bed. This happened every time that they went on vacation. Regina would empty out her whole closet, make a different outfit for every day, and then pack while Emma cleaned up the clothes left on the floor.
"We're going on vacation," Emma said, "Why do you need to look like a model all of the time?"
Regina shrugged. "Just do. Now help me pick out my outfits."
"You never listen to my opinion anyway," Emma said. "Whatever I suggest is always shot down because I don't have your sense of style."
"You have your own unique sense of style," Regina said. "But I still value your opinion on what looks good and what doesn't."
"What looks good is you taking less clothes than you are so it doesn't take forever to get through the airport because your bag is so heavy, " Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"Those airport workers just don't appreciate fashion," Regina said. "If any of them understood the need for so many outfits, then maybe we wouldn't be stopped every time."
Emma rolled her eyes. "You are ridiculous. Now come on, pick out your outfits so I can load the car and we can go. Henry is waiting."
A couple weeks earlier, Emma had surprised Henry and Regina with a trip to Paris, fully intent on enjoying the romanticism of the city, as well as an opportunity for Henry to learn French like he had always wanted to.
Regina groaned before sorting through the pile to make sure that she had the right clothes that she wanted, as well as the perfect pair of shoes to match each one. Emma just sighed and let it happen, knowing that Regina wouldn't be able to shut her suitcase.
As soon as Regina had picked out her outfits, she put them all in her suitcase. Her other items like brushes and shower materials were already packed, and she assumed that the clothes would just fit nicely on top.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
Emma covered her mouth to keep from laughing as Regina pushed on the top of the suitcase, hoping to compress everything enough the pull the zipper closed. She just ended up breaking the zipper.
"Now what?" Regina asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"You remove some clothes?" Emma suggested.
"Or," Regina said. "You have your fantastic girlfriend sit on the top of the suitcase so you can get it closed."
Emma rolled her eyes before climbing on top of the bed and sitting on Regina's suitcase. Regina smiled and successfully zippered the suitcase closed. "So what happens if they ask to search it?" Emma asked. "This thing will explode if you open it."
Regina shrugged. "Then I guess we run for it and get on the plane."