Snow was beyond excited to spend the day with Emma. She put on her favorite attire: leather pants with a white top/jacket. She looked at herself in the mirror, noticing her hair had got longer, but still wasn't where she preferred it yet. She swept her bangs out of her eyes and went to her daughter's room.
"Emma, are you-" She stopped, looking at what her daughter was wearing. Emma became self-conscious and squirmed under her mother's gaze.
"What?" Emma looked down at her outfit and over at the mirror to make sure everything was okay. She wore blue jeans and her red leather jacket.
"You realize blue jeans aren't really a style here, right?" Emma looked at what her mother was wearing then back at her outfit not quite understanding.
"…but this is what I'm comfortable in." Snow smiled at her daughter realizing that blue jeans are going to become a thing in her land now that much of the kingdom has worn them in the previous land.
"You look good." Snow approved and Emma just gave her a weird look, second-guessing her choice.
"Do we drive there or is there a carriage that brings us?" Emma picked up something that had fallen down. Snow giggled, which only made Emma question her. "What's so funny?"
"Actually…we have to walk," Snow watched her daughter's reaction, "but it's not far!" She quickly defended herself. Emma's mouth open and closed as if she couldn't decide what to say next. Snow walked over and grabbed Emma's hand with a smile, "It will be fun, I promise." Snow started walking out of Emma's bedroom with Emma following close behind.
"Clearly we have different definitions of fun." Snow looked back with a smile and a playful roll of her eyes.
The walk started out kind of fun for the girls, but after an hour passed by Emma became kind of cranky. Emma couldn't believe the speed her mom could walk and just how much stamina she still had in her. Snow had to keep looking back to make sure Emma didn't fall far behind her.
"How much farther?" Emma was growing impatient and Snow knew it. She pushed past a bush holding it open for what she thought was long enough for Emma to walk through, but it came back and hit Emma. She made a noise, "What the hell?" Snow stopped to watch Emma push the bush back once more.
"Sorry, Emma. I thought you were right behind me," Snow paused before taking a sip of the water container she brought with her. "It's just past those trees." Emma leaned up against a tree near her mother, who handed her the water.
"I thought you said the market wasn't far," She took a sip of the water and handed it back, "You lied." Snow couldn't help, but smile at her daughter.
"This is nothing, besides I'm older and I'm doing just fine." She grinned at her daughter, who only rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you are 50, but you have the body and stamina of a 30 year old." Snow let that comment sink in.
"58," Snow murmured as she continued walking, "but thank you." Emma wasn't sure what to say, so she followed her mother through the woods. They came up to a clearing and here was where they saw the one thing they had walked all this way for: the market. Snow stared at the place thinking it hadn't aged one bit. Emma on the other hand was just thankful they made it.