Emma: We need a plan... damn, it's too hot. I can't think.
[Emma looks at Regina, then her gaze lowers.]
Regina: ...
Emma: ...
Regina: Somehow I don't think the answer is written on my chest, Emma.
Emma: ...
Emma [blushes]: It's really very hot.
Regina [steps close to Emma, her hand finding Emma's behind, resting there]: Don't worry, dear. If looking at my rack is the most shameful thing you're gonna do to me here, your mother will call herself a lucky woman.
