So fun fact: when wearing a bikini for the first time, put a lot of sunscreen on your chest. My bad.

"What are you doing out here?" Regina asked, stepping onto the deck.

"Sunbathing," Emma said. She was stretched out on a lawn chair in her bikini and sunglasses, fully intent on getting a nice tan. Summer was coming after all.

"How are you going to tan both sides if you're laying on your back?" Regina asked.

"I roll over and lay on my stomach," Emma said. "Both sides get equal amount of time, and I get a lovely tan."

Regina laughed. "Why are you even doing this?"

"Because I look as pale as Snow White," Emma grumbled.

Regina looked at her in confusion. "Your mother isn't that pale."

"I mean the movie version," Emma said. "It's a saying. Whenever someone is super pale it's like Snow White because Snow White has skin white as snow."

"That sounds unhealthy," Regina said. "No one should be as white as snow."

Emma rolled her eyes affectionately. "I didn't invent the saying, and I keep forgetting that my mother is Snow White. Now shush and let me tan."

"As you wish," Regina said. "Just be careful not to get sunburnt."

"I won't," Emma said. "I've tanned loads of times and I've yet to get burnt."

Turns out she had jinxed herself by saying just that. The sun had been so warm that she had managed to fall asleep shortly after Regina had left, leaving her to the mercy of the glaring light.

"Emma," Regina said, shaking her lightly. She tried not to shake Emma too hard; otherwise her very awful burn would hurt even worse. "Emma, wake up."

Emma groggily opened her eyes, wincing as she went to rub them. Why did it hurt to move her arm? "What time is it?"

"Way past how long you should have been outside," Regina said. "You fell asleep, and you've done quite a number on yourself."

Emma looked down and groaned. "Great. That looks like it's going to hurt for days."

Regina nodded. "It will. But I have some things that will help."

"How do you know what to do?" Emma asked, allowing Regina to gently help her to her feet.

"Henry spent a lot of time outside when he was younger, and I had no idea what sunscreen was," Regina said. "The very first day that he went outside when the sun was high, he came back in and looked like you do now. Him hurting for days was what made me research treatments as well as what to do next time for protection."

"Why are we in the kitchen?" Emma asked.

Regina opened a drawer and pulled out several washcloths, soaking them with cold water. Emma followed her curiously as they went to the living room.

"At least your back isn't burnt, otherwise this would be much tougher," Regina said, pointing to the couch. "Lay down."

"Woof," Emma said sarcastically before obediently lying down on the couch. Regina rolled her eyes before putting the washcloths onto the worst areas on Emma's skin.

"Stay here," Regina commanded. "I'll be right back."

Emma sighed and enjoyed the cooling effect that the cold water was having on her skin. Stupid sun and its burning qualities.

Regina came back a couple minutes later holding a bottle of what looked like gel. "What is that?" Emma asked.

"A lotion to help with the pain from your sunburn," Regina said, sitting next to Emma on the couch. One by one, she pulled off the washcloths and applied the lotion to the areas that the washcloths had been.

Emma sighed in relief at the feeling of the lotion. It was soothing, and yet also numbing. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Regina said. "Let that soak in, and then you can change into some comfy clothing."

Emma nodded. "Anything else that I need to do?"

Regina reached over to the coffee table and handed Emma a glass of juice. "Drink that. It'll help."

"Drinking juice will help with my sunburn," Emma said doubtfully.

"Your skin is dry and dehydrated," Regina said. "Drinking juice will help hydrate it and speed healing along."

Emma quickly downed the glass. "Healing quickly sounds good to me right now."

Regina laughed. "Maybe you shouldn't have gotten sunburnt in the first place."

Emma shrugged. "Oh well. At least I've got you here to help me."

"Of course," Regina said. "Now then, let's get you in an oatmeal bath."

Emma's eyes widened. "A what?"