Regina Mills hated chocolate.

It had always been a favorite of her mother's, and, by default, Regina grew up loathing it, much like she'd loathed Cora herself.

So, when Regina stepped out onto her front steps for her morning paper and found a small box of assorted high-end chocolates resting under it, she did the only reasonable thing she could think to do.

She tossed them straight into the bin.