Kailor: Thank you all so much for the reviews and messages! I'm glad you're enjoying the characters, because I am having a blast writing this. Disclaimer: I don't own Once or Disney or anything that would be hella fun to play with. Sadness...

"So, what do you think of our sheriff?"

Regina looked up from sorting her father's medications, blinking over the kitchen counter at her mother. "I'm sorry?"

"Emma." Cora made a gesture that looked strangely like an hourglass. "Emma Swan. Sheriff. Mother of that adorable boy named after your father. The one you've been texting every night. The blonde you danced with at the Anne-Marie."

Regina narrowed her eyes. "She's nice."

The older woman threw her hands in the air, flopping onto one of the kitchen chairs. "She's 'nice'? Come on!"

The kitchen door opened and Kathryn swept in, nibbling on a muffin from Granny's. "What'd I miss?"

"Regina said Emma's 'nice'."

Kathryn snorted and pulled out her phone, opening her messages. "This text you sent me last night sure seemed more than 'nice'."

Regina gasped in betrayal as her mother leapt back to her feet. Cora hurried to Kathryn's side, grabbing for the phone the blonde was holding. Her eyes lit up as soon as she read the first line and she cleared her throat, reading out loud. "'Kat, is this woman even real?'"

Medicines forgotten, Regina rushed her mother, intent on tackling her and taking the phone back. Kathryn leapt on her friend, holding her back. Bits of muffin sprayed the kitchen floor, but she had no time to mourn her breakfast as Regina managed to snag her mother's robed shoulder.

Cora held the phone farther away, squinting as she continued reading in a dramatic, overly-romantic voice. "'I just saw Emma behind the sheriff's station, scrubbing clean the toys that were caught in that fire. It's freezing out here, but she is elbow deep in a bucket of soapy water.'" Somehow, the way she read it made it all seem very stupid and dreamy. As she continued, her voice rose, overriding Regina's loud protests and Kathryn's laughter. "'She's gorgeous, she's a great mother from what I've seen, and my parents genuinely like her. What luck is it that a woman like that would be right here in my home town while I was off at school?'"

Kathryn's feet caught on Regina's legs and they tumbled to the floor, pulling Cora with them. Their shrieks brought Henry Sr. hobbling into the room, but he paused in the doorway, staring at the three women wrestling at his feet. Cora was now screaming the text. "'Seriously, Kat. I don't know what to make of her. I've only known her a few days and I get butterflies'!"

"Give me the phone!" Regina snarled, crawling over her friend to snatch the device from her mother. Cora dropped the phone, done reading, and attempted to cover her face as her daughter smacked at her. Regina's ire did nothing to stop her laughter or to save Kathryn from getting squished.

Henry Sr. just shook his head, turning from the room to go back to his nap on the couch.

XXXXXXX

Ruby felt the couch sag as Emma sat at the other end. She didn't look up from the T.V. A few moments of silence passed, then Emma pretended to lift up to fix her tanktop, shifting a bit closer. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the sheriff twiddling her thumbs in her lap. Emma moved again, closing the distance between them. Ruby narrowed her eyes, shooting a glance at her friend's face. Emma's eyes were on the television, but her lips were pursed, like she was trying not to smile. The third time Emma moved, now within touching distance, Ruby said, "What are you doing?"

The blonde launched herself the last foot between them, landing heavily on top of her roommate. "Rubyyyyy," she drawled. "Tell me who you likeeeee."

"No! I'm not telling you! Emma!" But the blonde had gone limp, turning into dead weight holding her down. "I thought I told you I'm NOT telling you until I'm ready!"

"But you're taking so long to be ready, Rubes. We're curious."

"We're?"

"Yeah," Henry's voice piped up from the stairs. "We're curious. Tell us, Aunt Ruby!"

Using her legs, Ruby arched off the couch, sending Emma sprawling to the floor, then leapt over her, moving into the kitchen and putting the island between herself and the Swans. "I'm not telling you. I'm not ready yet." She tried to sound angry, but she'd known they wouldn't let it go the second she'd rolled out of the hedges of 108 with Emma. She grinned to let them know she didn't mean it when she said, "Keep pushing it and I'm moving out."

Emma's puppy-who-just-got-kicked eyes came out in full force. "You can't! Who would make you pancakes when you feel bad? Who would remind you when you have doctor's appointments? Who will make sure your laundry gets moved over when you forget about it?"

Ruby pretended to contemplate it. "Good point. I'm taking Henry with me then."

"But then who will do all that for me?" Emma cried, grabbing her son close.

The brunette laughed, shaking her head. "Then stop asking me. However..." Emma and Henry froze, ears perked up. "I will give you one hint every week. On one condition." It was amusing how quickly they could leap to attention. "You stop following me around. It's a little creepy. I mean, what if I'm flirting with them and you two are across the street decked out like secret service? You'll run them off before I can even confess."

Henry and Emma exchanged a look, communicating through raised eyebrows and shoulders for a few seconds. Then they turned back to her. "We accept," they chorused.

"Good." Ruby crossed her arms on the island. "Then here's your hint of the week." She waited for them to lean in close. She paused for a breath, realizing they were holding theirs. "They live in Storybrooke."

"Oh, come on!" Emma exclaimed. Henry dropped his head to the counter, sighing deeply. Ruby just laughed, rounding the island to hug them both.

"You'll get a better hint next week."

XXXXXXX

When Regina had gathered herself from the floor, leaving her mother and best friend to clamber to their feet on their own, she moved back to the pills scattered on the counter. She inconspicuously checked her reflection in the toaster, annoyed to find her cheeks red. The kitchen chairs scraped the floor as Cora and Kathryn took them. Kathryn was working her jaw where someone had elbowed her. Cora was rubbing her elbow and grimacing. "So-" she started.

"Fine!" Regina snapped, spinning on them. "Yes, I find Miss Swan attractive and humorous. Yes, she seems to be a good mother and a good sheriff. And yes, I feel a bit like a teenager around her. But there's no point in dwelling on it, because she's straight and I barely know her anyways. I'm sure all the things I've seen her do are hiding some deep, dark secret. And I thought telling my best friend-" she growled out the words, "-something in private would be fine, but now I know differently. I won't be telling either of you anything ever again." She turned back to the medicines, sorting them by day of the week and fuming in silence.

Cora's face had split into a grin. Kathryn recovered from the verbal lashing first. "Emma's not straight."

Regina's hand stilled on the medicines.

Kathryn pushed on, returning Cora's grin. "Emma isn't straight, Reggie."

The brunette shot her a glare. "I told you not to call me that."

Kathryn ignored her. "Emma's into women. Can't you tell by the flannel and jeggings? The leather? The gentlemanly charm?"

Regina turned, leaning her hip on the counter and crossing her arms. "Quit messing with me, Kathryn."

"I'm not! Mom, help!"

Cora was nodding happily. "It's true, darling. She was with a man for a while, which is how we got Henry, obviously. But she hasn't been with a man since then. She did, however, date Elsa for a bit. But they broke up because they were too much like sisters." Her nose wrinkled up. "It was actually very strange. And super weird for Henry, because he has a crush on Anna, Elsa's actual sister, and-"

"There was also what's-her-face," Kathryn cut in. "I can't remember her real name. We just called her Thirteen."

"But she moved away. Went off and became a doctor or something," Cora added. "And-"

"Okay, okay." Regina waved for her mother to stop. "So she dated a woman or two. That doesn't mean-"

"Ah, shut up." Kathryn slid down in her seat, smirking. "Even if she isn't gay, you could convert the entire convent down the road if you wanted to." She paused, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Maybe not all of them. Mother Superior's a total tight-ass. But, point is, Emma would be sexy putty in your own personal play-doh set if you wanted her to be."

"Elegant analogy," Regina said dryly.

"Speaking of which, I came here to talk about Sheriff Swan, actually." Kathryn grinned. "I was chatting with Ruby this morning and she said to invite the two of you and Dad to Emma's birthday party. Emma doesn't know about it yet, so mum's the word. But it's Saturday at their house. Granny's barbecuing."

Cora clapped her hands like a child. "Oooh, yes. Granny is a goddess on a grill." And her eyes slid out of focus, her lips turning up in a blissful grin.

Regina rolled her eyes. "I guess I can go. Better than sitting home alone while my parents are out partying."

"Perfect, because Ruby asked for another favor from you."

"From me?" Regina said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. She heard from Archie that you were talking to Marco about buying a desk from his shop and-"

Regina's jaw dropped. "What is with small towns? I can't even talk about furniture without someone telling the rest of the town about it!"

Kathryn continued as if she hadn't heard her. "And Marco has that broken hand right now, so he wouldn't be able to come over and build it. However." She held up a finger. "I have it on good authority that one, Miss Emma Swan, is free Saturday morning AND can build stuff."

By the look on Kathryn's face, Regina could tell she wasn't acting as excited as expected. "So, you want me to ask Miss Swan over to build my new desk, that I wasn't even sure I was going to buy yet, so you can get her party set up?"

"Not me," Kathryn pouted. "Ruby asked. I'm just the messenger."

Cora stood, touching her daughter's arm. "Dear, it's just a favor. Not a date." Her grin suddenly turned evil. "Though, that could be fixed quite easily. Just text her, 'Dear Emma, I bought a new desk, but it needs to be built. Could you come over and do a bit of screwing, drilling, and nailing?'"

"Mother!" Regina gasped, snatching her arm from the woman while Kathryn cackled, clutching her ribs.

"Tell her you need something hammered," Cora continued. Kathryn's laughter turned to snorts. Regina covered her face with her hands, wishing she could melt into the floor. Her mother suddenly gasped. "Wait! No! Tell her you tried to do it yourself, but-"

"No. Stop. Do not finish that sentence." Regina pushed past her, hurrying up the stairs to escape Kathryn's laughter and her mother's innuendos.

"Does that mean you'll do it, dear?" Cora yelled after her.

"Fine!" Regina shouted back, her feet pounding down the hallway.

Kathryn wiped her eyes, still chuckling. "Man, I am so in love with this family."

XXXXXXX

Henry waited until he heard the shower up before grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to Cora. "So did Kathryn come by?"

Cora didn't reply for a while. He had just finished watching a documentary on Tolkien's "Middle Earth" when his phone began to ring. He rolled his eyes as "Stacy's Mom" rang through the room. He really needed to learn to keep track of his phone when he was at work. He answered. "Hello."

"She's here now, dear. In the other room."

Henry glanced at the bathroom door, making sure his mother was still inside. "Did she ask about the desk thing?"

"She did. She said Ruby asked her about it."

"Ruby did. I put the idea in her head though. I made sure she overheard me talking to Archie about it."

"You're a little sneak." Cora's deep laugh echoed over the phone. "She agreed."

"Perfect. See you Saturday morning. Gotta go." He hung up as Emma opened the bathroom door and stepped out, wearing only a towel.

"Who was that?" Emma asked, grabbing a root beer from the fridge and digging around for her bottle opener.

"Mrs. Mills," Henry said, knowing his mother was good at catching him in lies. "She said Regina may be asking you for a favor soon."

Emma gave a nonchalant grunt.

"Yeah. She's buying a desk from Marco, but he can't put it together for her. Mrs. Mills told her you could probably do it." Henry kept his eyes on the T.V.

Emma returned to the couch, sipping her root beer. "I could do that."

"Well, I'm sure she'll ask you about it. I was just mentioning it." Inside he was doing a happy dance.

The blonde dropped beside him, crossing her ankles on the coffee table.

Henry glanced at her. "Don't you want to get dressed?"

She took another long sip from her bottle, looking him dead in the eye. "Nope."

For a few moments, neither of them moved. Then Henry sighed, grabbing his backpack. "Going to Roland's. Later."

"Later, kid. Love you."

"Love you too, weirdo."

Emma grabbed the remote with a grin of triumph.

XXXXXXX

The door opened and Regina appeared, one hand smoothing her hair. "Emma. You're early."

Emma grinned, hefting the toolbelt she had over her shoulder. "Early's on time. On time's late." Regina stepped aside, letting her in. She closed the door and they stood awkwardly in the hallway for a few seconds.

Regina cleared her throat, motioning towards the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh, no. I'm good, thanks. Brought my own." Emma tapped the toolbelt and Regina heard the clink of glass against glass. She frowned.

"Alcohol, Miss Swan? Aren't you here to do a job?"

Emma's brow furrowed for a moment, then smoothed, her lips breaking into a grin. "No, no." She pulled a bottle from the belt, turning the label so Regina could see. "Root beer. I don't drink."

"At all?"

"At all." Emma nodded. Before Regina could ask more, she headed off down the hallway. "Is the desk already in your room?"

The brunette followed her. "Actually it's still in the garage. Marco couldn't carry it in with his hand and I couldn't lift it by myself. The garage door is this-"

But Emma had already turned through the kitchen and bee-lined to the garage door. It threw Regina off that Emma seemed so comfortable in her house, but she shook her head, hurrying to catch up. The blonde was already in the garage, looking at the two long boxes leaning against the wall. "A desk and a hutch, huh? Nice. Can you carry this?" She thrust the toolbelt at Regina.

She took it, surprised how heavy it was.

Emma stacked the desk and hutch boxes against each other and tilted them forward. She dipped down, letting them fall across her shoulder, and stood, taking a few steps to balance.

Regina couldn't help but eye the ripple of muscle in the blonde's arms, forgetting for a moment how large the boxes were. "Oh, Emma, I could help-"

"You can open the doors and make sure I don't knock anything with these," Emma said, her voice a bit lower than normal. She jerked her head at the garage door. Regina hurried to push it fully open and the blonde passed her, making her way to the stairs and up them, right to Regina's room. Again, Regina found it a bit weird, but she just edged past the other woman to open her door and stepped back.

Emma dropped the boxes on Regina's bed, rolling her shoulder. Regina wasn't surprised when the sheriff pulled a knife from her pocket and flipped it open with practiced ease. Emma paused. "Do you have a bottle opener? For my root beer? Forgot mine at home."

Regina bobbed a quick nod and left the room. When she returned, her feet stopped in the doorway without her permission.

Emma had removed the long-sleeved, button up she'd had on, leaving her in a thin, gray tanktop. Her hair was tied back at the nape of her neck. The box was open and the blonde was seated on the floor, looking at the instructions and chewing on her lower lip. Regina forced her eyes away from the white, sharp-looking teeth. "Bottle opener," she said, immediately feeling like an idiot as she held the opener out to Emma.

Dropping the instructions, Emma grabbed one of her root beers from the toolbelt and popped it open with a simple flick of her wrist. She handed the opener back to Regina, then turned her attention to the instructions again. "This must be written in some weird language, because my brain is not processing a single bit of it." For comical effect, she turned the instructions upside down. "Maybe Archi."

"Is Archi actually a language?"

"It is. On the edge of the Caspian Sea in southern Russia is a small village called Archib and they speak it there. It's pretty similar to Avar and Lak-two other languages from that area."

Regina blinked, taken aback. "How in the world do you know that?"

Emma flashed her a smile over the instruction book. "I'm just full of surprises, babe."

Ignoring the pet name, Regina sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and smoothing her dress pants. She watched in silence for a while as Emma glared at the instructions. Finally, the blonde seemed to realize what was going on and began picking up pieces of wood and turning them over in her hands, finding the little stickers that labelled them. With quick movements and lots of flickering around of green eyes, she stacked the boards in an organized pile. Then she reached behind her and produced a strip of packages, all labelled with which step they were for, and filled with screws and lag screws. Regina thought it looked like a condom roll, but kept the uncharacteristically crass observation to herself. She found herself fascinated by the way Emma's hands danced over tools and boards, triple checking the instructions, before actually grabbing anything. She was thorough and quick, but was still struggling with the wording in the booklet.

"Screw it," she huffed. "I'm just going to look at the pictures and figure it out as I go. I'm supposed to be good at this stuff. Lesbian 101 said so."

Regina's eyes snapped to the blonde's face. Emma didn't notice, digging through her toolbelt for the right screwdriver. "Lesbian 101?" Regina questioned, hoping her voice actually sounded as steady as she thought it did.

Green eyes lifted to hers. "Yeah."

"So," Regina smoothed her pants again, despite knowing they were pristine. "You're gay?" Two words and she managed to make herself sound like an imbecile. Perfect.

But Emma just smiled. "I am."

"But...Henry-"

"Was an exception." Emma went back to the tools she'd spread out, her fingers skipped over the selection before settling on a phillips head. "His father was the only man I ever felt anything for. It was a bad relationship and tit's a long story, but I got Henry out of it so." She shrugged, like that was all the justification she needed. Regina didn't doubt that it was.

"Was that Henry's father in the picture in your office?" Regina said, without thinking. "The one in the center?"

Emma glanced up for only a moment from the boards she was attaching to each other. One of her eyebrows lifted in amusement. "Ah. So it was you that left those files on my desk last night?"

Regina flushed. She'd forgotten that she never made her presence known. "My mother said she forgot to give them to you and sent me. I noticed the pictures as I was leaving."

Emma nodded, rolling up to her knees to grab another board. Regina caught a flash of a dark blue bra before the blonde settled back on her heels. "No, that's not Henry's father. That was Graham. He was sheriff before me. A great guy."

"Ah." Regina watched the sheriff grab a handful of screws, sorting through them to find a fastener. "And is he..."

"Dead," Emma said, not looking up from the pieces in her palm. "Car accident a couple years ago."

"I'm sorry."

Emma shrugged, switching to a larger screwdriver. "It's okay. And before you ask, Henry's father isn't in the picture. At all." She coughed lightly. "So what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well, you have a 'baby daddy' anywhere? A boyfriend? Girlfriend? Special friend?"

Regina sniffed her distaste at Emma's choice of words. "No children to have a father of. And I am gay. And single. I haven't had much time for romance in my life." She looked away from the blonde, fingering the edges of her bedspread.

She heard the sheriff tinkering with whatever part of the desk she was on. Then, "Well, now that you're retired, maybe you can start looking."

In a town as small as Storybrooke, Regina was sure Emma would be her only option. Which she didn't mind as much as she felt she should, but she would never admit that.

As if reading her mind, Emma said, "There's a surprising number of women who like women here. Something about this northern air, I think." She chuckled. Standing and flipping up the section she'd been working on, she declared, "Tada! Left side of the desk done. Sort of. I still have to put in the drawer and put the back on. But the frame is done so...tada!"

Regina smirked as Emma eyed her handiwork, her hands proudly on her hips. Then she turned and dropped back to the floor, pulling the next few pieces close. Regina opened her mouth to ask what she was doing, but instead what came out was, "Why does your son have a room in my house?"

Emma stopped working, meeting her gaze. "Cora really didn't tell you much about Storybrooke, did she?"

Regina shook her head.

"Well, almost everyone knows everything here. So forgive me for finding it strange."

"We didn't talk much before I moved back home," Regina admitted. "I was constantly busy. Kathryn managed to find a few times to vacation at my place in New York, but my parents only visited once. And I only returned a few times for very short periods of time."

Emma's head bobbed up and down once. "I see. Well, Henry stayed here a lot when he was younger. Before I joined the sheriff's department, I worked as a bounty hunter for a few years. I spent more time than I wanted to in Boston, working. Henry stayed with my foster mom a lot, but he also stayed here a lot. Your parents really took a liking to him. Maybe because I named him after your dad." Her smile was swift and fleeting. "I hated leaving him, but the job paid really well and it suited me. So when Graham offered me a position as a deputy, I leapt on it. Bought my house. Ruby moved in. And that was it." She grabbed a long, thin board, eyeing it before flipping it over and connecting it to the largest part of the desk that would make up Regina's work space.

"Your foster mother?" Regina questioned carefully, wondering if she was overstepping.

"Granny." Emma paused for a sip of her root beer. Then she laughed. "We're really getting into the deep stuff today, aren't we? Maybe we should save some of this for the next date, yeah?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "First you called the trip to a burnt house a date, now this. Your ideas of dates are worrisome, dear."

Emma just laughed, standing up the section she'd just finished. "Poi-fect," she said in a strangled voice that made Regina chuckle. "Now you get to help me."

"Excuse me?" Regina said, lifting an eyebrow.

The blonde rummaged through her toolbelt, pulling out a flashlight. "You get to shine this under the desk while I connect these two parts." She offered the flashlight and a thumbs up, as if this were one of Regina's dreams coming true.

Regina grabbed the light, rolling her eyes. "Yippee," she muttered.

But when Emma slid the pieces together, then laid on her back to scoot beneath them, Regina's eyes flickered to the strip of exposed flesh between the blonde's tanktop and jeans. On Emma's right hip was another splash of ink. Her gaze moved to the other little tattoo on Emma's chest, right above her heart. "You have quite a few tattoos, I see."

Emma's green eyes reemerged from beneath the desk. "Oh, yeah." She brushed her fingertips over her hip tattoo.

"What's that one?" Regina asked, genuinely curious. She told herself it had nothing to do with the glimpse of abs she'd seen above the tattoo.

Her mouth went dry as Emma lifted her shirt to give her a better view, exposing very toned abs that rippled as she moved, propping herself on her elbow. But Regina forced herself to focus. The tattoo on the sheriff's hip was a small footprint, a perfect recreation of a child's foot. Beneath it read, "10-19". "Henry's first step," Emma explained quietly. Only then did Regina realize their faces were much closer than she'd expected. She leaned back a bit to allow room to breathe, which she had to force herself to remember how to do. The blonde didn't seem to notice. She pulled the collar of her tanktop to the side, showing the tattoo above her heart. "Mom 9-2". "His first word." She released the tanktop, letting it settle back into place. A crooked grin spread across her face. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take me to dinner before you can see the rest." She dropped back onto her back, scooting under the desk.

Regina cursed internally as she felt her face heat up and knew she was blushing.

"Need light."

Remembering she was supposed to be doing something, Regina turned on the flashlight and aimed it under the desk, in the general direction of Emma's hands.

"Hmmm." Emma hummed thoughtfully. "Not working. Here." She shifted, her boots pushing against the plush carpet to move her long frame over. "Get down here." A pale hand patted the spot beside her.

"I was under the impression, Miss Swan, that you were here so that I could avoid this very circumstance."

"And I was under the impression you wanted this done. I could always just screw everything in blindly. But you have to let me video the first time you put anything on it and it buckles like Madea thought half of it belonged to her niece."

Regina frowned. "Is that some sort of pop culture reference?"

Emma's chuckle floated from under the desk. "Just get down here. I'll introduce you to Madea another day." Her hand patted the floor more forcefully.

With a deep sigh, Regina daintily slid to the floor and laid out beside the younger woman. Shuffling under the desk, she tried to get comfortable. Her right arm was pressed against Emma's left, making it difficult to relax. She struggled with where to put her hands for a few moments before settling with drapping her right over her stomach and resting her left on her chest, using it to point the flashlight at the bottom side of the hardwood. She glanced at the other woman, finding amused green eyes on her.

"Hi," Emma said, grinning goofily.

"Hello," Regina replied. "Don't you have something to be doing?"

Emma gave an approving hum as she lifted her long arms again, working the screws into place and tightening them. She dropped a screw and had to dig for it beneath her body, letting slip with a small curse that startled Regina more than anything else she'd learned that morning. "Was that Spanish?" she asked, staring at the blonde beside her.

"Yes?" Emma said, her crooked grin returning. "Your dad taught me a bit over the years. Henry knows way more than I do, but I can carry a conversation for a bit."

Regina bit her lip, a thought she'd had before returning. "Your family seems very close to mine."

Emma finished putting the last screw in, but she made no move to get out from under the desk. Instead, she folded her hands over her stomach, tapping the screwdriver against her hip. "We are. With your parents watching out for Henry when he was younger and all that, we would be. But your dad was a huge help when I went to jail. He spoke on my behalf and got them to lower the sentence. Then he was my parole officer when I got out, so I was in no hurry to disappoint him. It's thanks to him that I really got my stuff together."

"What happened? If you don't mind my asking." Regina flipped off the flashlight, letting it rest on her stomach.

Emma shrugged one shoulder. "I don't mind you asking. But remember when I said the story about Henry's dad is a story for another time? A long and unhappy story?" Regina nodded. "Well, same story. So we can talk about that a different day."

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, each quietly withdrawing into their own thoughts. Finally, Emma waved her screwdriver like a wand. "Almost done with the desk part. Maybe I'll make you put the cabinet doors on."

"Just when I thought we were getting to know each other," Regina sighed dramatically. "I am not touching any cabinet doors until they are firmly in place and attached to my desk."

Emma just laughed, clambering out from under the desk and sticking out her hand to help Regina up.

Kailor: Ladeedaaaa. Hope you enjoyed this. Just a bit of fluffiness. Next chapter we take a darker turn, sadly. So enjoy it while you can. Reviews make me happy! See you all again soon!