Although her house had not been dirty, per se, it had shown that she had been unable to maintain the usual perfection she adored. There had been dishes in the dishwasher that had not yet been run, there had been dust gathering in far corners she couldn't reach, and the chair she was currently residing in had left a few scuff marks on her otherwise pristine floor.
Now, there was not a speck of dust, everything was in order, the windows had been opened, and there was a faint hint of lemon cleaner in the air. Everything looked as she had always kept it, and shone with care, and she was in shock.
Rolling into the kitchen, Regina couldn't help but note that the dishwasher was almost finished its current cycle, and that her grocery list that she had left on the fridge was notable missing. It had included detergent for the currently running machine. Rolling over to the fridge, Regina was again shocked to find that it was full, every item on her list there, albeit some not in their usual spot.
In fact it seemed that many things had been rearranged. Many of the ingredients that she commonly used were now located on the lower shelves, all easily within her reach. Checking around the kitchen further, she noted that at least 2 of every item had been moved to a lower cabinet, as well as a cutting board and her butcher block were now on the small prep station she had set up for Henry to assist her with when he was younger.
The flood of emotions that over took her were varied, but all powerful in their own way. She was livid that Emma had done this without her permission; she was self-conscious that it needed to be done at all. She was overcome that someone had done this for her, and she was moved that Emma had known she would never be able to ask for this herself.
Sending off a quick text to the blonde Sherriff, she was pleased with the almost instantaneous reply. "Anytime."