"Bye, Mom," Emma waves from the doorway of the mansion, bags at her feet. She closes the door and kicks the bags down the hallway. "Hey, I'm back."

Regina meets her in the hallway. "How was it?"

Emma throws her head back. "Oh, god, it was like she was making up for the thirteen missed years of back to school shopping. No wonder Henry hates it so much."

They both smile at his laughter from the living room.

Regina scoops up Emma's bags and moves toward the stairs. Emma jogs forward to retrieve one of the bags and walks side-by-side with Regina. "So what did you two do while I was being tortured?"

"Henry's been playing some heinous video game while I pretend to watch."

Emma laughs. "They aren't that bad." Regina's displeased look has her laughing even more. "Alright, they're not great either."

"I told your father where to put all of the furniture, but feel free to move it around once I'm gone."

"Can't bear to watch me mess up your house, can you?"

Regina moves into Emma's new bedroom and drops the clothes on the bed. "It was hard enough watching the pieces pass through the doorway."

Emma locks eyes with Regina and with a deep breath drops her bag and closes the door. "What the hell, Regina?" Regina's eyes widen slightly but she doesn't make a sound, so Emma presses on. "What is this?"

"I thought I made my intent here pretty clear."

"What about the diner?"

Regina folds her hands in her lap. "Lunch was fine. Thank you for inviting me. Your little brother's crush on me is rather adorable."

Emma huffs, jealous of the attention Neal always receives. "He's gonna have to get over that, but stop deflecting. You know what I mean."

Regina puts her palms down on the bed and leans forward. "Why don't you tell me what you mean?"

Emma drops into the chair across from the bed.

"I hate that chair the most," Regina says flatly.

"That's why I bought it."

Regina waits for Emma to start, but all she does is stare at her. "Miss Swan-"

"Emma."

"Emma. You obviously have something on your mind."

Emma groans. "Why are you making this so hard?"

Regina looks over herself. "I'm merely sitting. Patiently, I might add."

"Well, thanks for sparing your time."

"You can always have my time, Emma."

Emma throws her hands out. "That! That right there. What is this? What are we?"

"Henry's mothers."

"To him, yes. What about between us?"

"I like to consider you a friend."

"Are we really not a bit beyond that?"

Regina considers for a moment. "We are a bit close. Sisters?"

Emma jerks violently. "Sisters do not play footsie!"

Regina raises her eyebrows. "Then why don't you tell me what you think we are."

Throwing an arm over her face, Emma slumps in the chair. Henry's going to make fun of her for this. "Are you attracted to me?"

With a slow graze of her eyes over Emma's body, Regina responds, "Your physique is pleasing to the eye."

"You sure know how to woo the girls."

"You're fairing no better, dear."

Emma huffs and straightens up in the chair, clenching the arm rests. "You put your gorgeous hands all over me-"

"All over you?"

"That's what it feels like!"

Regina rests her chin on her hand. "Go on."

"You flirt and tease me about my very blatant attraction to you." Regina just nods, which frustrates Emma even more. "And I have no clue what's going through your head aside from let me see how I can mess with Emma today."

Regina sits up. "That is not what goes through my head."

Emma leans forward. "Then what does?"

Footsteps in the hallway catch their attention. "Another time," Regina says softly and pecks Emma on the forehead as she opens the bedroom door.

Henry peeks in at Emma sitting in the chair with her head in her hand. "Did you break her?"

"Nearly," Regina tries to joke but it comes out weakly.

"Ma?"

Emma takes a deep breath and drops her hand in order to smile at Henry. "Need something, kid?"

Henry shakes his head furiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was interrupting. I just figured you were putting clothes away."

He looks like he's about to panic, so Regina squeezes his hands. "Henry, everything is fine. What did you come up here for?"

"I- I just wanted to show you how to play Hillbilly Rummy. It's a game I learned at school."

Emma smiles. "That sounds great, kid."

He stares at her apologetically until Regina tugs lightly on his arm. "Come teach me the rules while your mom freshens up."

He mouths an apology and follows his other mother. "Great timing," Emma mumbles to herself as she lumbers out of the chair.

Later at the dining room table, each with a glass of cider and an empty plate of apple turnover, Emma fiddles with the last card in her hand. She pops her feet up on the table, earning a scowl from Regina, and drops an 8 on the discard pile.

"I'm out," she declares triumphantly and takes a swig of her latest glass of cider. Regina's sure to make another comment about drinking her emotions at this rate.

Regina slaps the table. "Rummy on the table." Then she slaps Emma's feet. "And feet off the table."

Emma sits up straight and her eyes dart across the piles of cards. "Where?"

Henry moves the 8 to join a trio. "She's right. You're a floater."

With a huff, Emma plops back against her chair. "I hate floating."

"Don't worry, dear," Regina says as she drops her last card on the discard pile, "You don't have to fret about drawing a 2 this time because I really am out."

Henry and Emma scan over the cards looking for a mistake and are disappointed to see she's right. "How do you always win?" Henry drawls. "I'm never teaching you a new game again."

Regina smiles and checks the time. "We've been playing for hours, and you've already had a full glass of cider, Henry. Why don't you call it a night?"

"Come on, Mom," he begs. "It's not that late."

"Henry, it's midnight. It really is that late."

"But we're leaving tomorrow. Don't you want to spend time with us?"

Regina rolls her eyes at his pout. "Yes, which is why I want you going to sleep so you can wake up early enough to eat breakfast with me."

Henry makes a grand gesture of sighing and shoving the cards back in the box.

Emma laughs at him. "Don't worry, kid. You'll survive."

"Thanks for the backup, Ma."

Emma shrugs. "She's not making me go to sleep."

"We'll see about that," Regina says while clearing the table of dishes. "You've already had enough cider for a small army."

"I have a high tolerance."

Henry and Regina let out an identical laugh that clearly tells Emma she's wrong on that account. She narrows her eyes at them and sips her drink defiantly.

After Henry finally lumbers off to bed with every possible complaint spilling from his lips, Regina finds Emma plopped down on the couch, her glass full once again. She sighs and sits at the other end of the couch.

Emma shifts to drop her head in Regina's lap. "You smell nice."

"Thank you," Regina responds as she drapes her arm over Emma. She watches Emma draw random shapes on her thigh over her skirt. "Why have you been drinking so much?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"I would appreciate it if you would refrain."

Emma's hand stops momentarily then continues again but she starts applying pressure and moving north. "Why does it bother you?"

Regina rubs at her temple then pats Emma's arm. "I need to change." She removes Emma's head from her lap and heads upstairs.

After letting her head just rest in the fleeting warmth from Regina's position, Emma pulls herself up and takes a large swig of cider. "I do not drink too much," she declares to herself with yet another sip. She lays back out across the couch and waits, her eyes fluttering shut in her drunken state.

She hears Regina coming back to the room. "Come watch a movie with me," Emma begs, her head rolled back on the arm rest to see Regina in the entryway now clad in silk pajamas.

"It's too late for a movie, Emma."

"Then come cuddle with me again anyways."

Regina clasps her hands in front of her. "I don't think that is wise."

Emma sits up and turns to her. "Why not?"

"You've had an awful lot to drink, Miss Swan."

"Emma," she bites back.

"I think it's best we both get some rest. I can show you to your room if you like."

"What about your room? I'm not tired." Emma winks.

Regina grits her teeth. "This is why I don't like when you drink so much. Hold your tongue, and go to sleep." Before Emma can respond, she adds "In your own room."

Emma rolls off the couch and moves toward Regina. She puts her arms around Regina's waist and pulls her close. "Come on, Regina. We can finish our conversation at least."

"No. Let go." When Emma doesn't release her grip, Regina shoves her hard in the chest, knocking the already stumbling Emma back easily. "You do not get to touch me right now."

Emma pouts and tries to reach out for Regina again, but Regina storms up the steps. "Goodnight, Miss Swan."

"It's Emma!"

"Not tonight."

Emma moves quickly down the hallway and reaches for Regina's door but stops when she hears the lock engage. She stares at her hand and recoils it quickly. "Shit," she mumbles to herself, stepping away from the door. "What am I doing?" She hurriedly rushes to her own room and shuts the door behind her. She leans heavily on the door and slumps down to the ground. "You're such an idiot, Swan!"

"I agree," Regina shouts from her own room.