Regina carries a sobbing Neal into the kitchen. Mary Margaret rushes forward. She tries to take Neal, but he just tightens his grip even more. "What happened?"

"Turns out both of your children are in love with me," Regina smirks at her.

Mary Margaret scowls. "You sound so certain."

"I am." Regina looks at Emma. "You really should stop being so jealous, dear."

Emma puts her hands on her hips. "Oh, like you can talk."

"At least mine were not a little boy. And one of them was warranted."

"Just because one of them was a bitch-"

"Emma!" Mary Margaret and Regina chastise her at the same time as Neal's eyes about bulge out of his head.

She rolls her eyes. "That doesn't excuse your jealousy."

"And yours is excusable?" Regina challenges.

"I'm not throwing a lunch on the ground."

"We haven't eaten yet. Besides, you were just being cruel that day."

Emma crosses her arms. "Still mad at you."

"No, you're not." She turns her head and plants a big kiss on Neal's cheek. "And your brother's winning."

He smiles and bounces up and down in her arms as Emma sucks her teeth.

"Good grief," Mary Margaret mumbles, leaving the three of them.

Henry comes into the kitchen with Grace at his side.

Emma quickly notices they are holding hands. "Can I borrow you, kid?" Emma asks, hand on Henry's shoulder.

He shrugs and follows her after shooting Grace a smile and dropping her hand.

"Hold on," Regina calls. Emma turns back. Regina reaches around her and shoves her hand in Emma's pocket.

"Dang, Regina," Emma jumps.

Regina pulls out Emma's wallet and hands Grace a twenty dollar bill. "Distract him, please." She hands Neal over to Grace.

Grace smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

"And Neal," Regina says, looking at the boy. He looks up expectantly. "I don't want to see you hitting your sister again. Or anyone for that matter. Understand?"

Neal bows his head and nods. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Thank you," Regina smiles at him.

Grace carries Neal to the playroom, ignoring his pleas to go back to Regina.

Regina shoves Emma's wallet back in her pocket causing Emma to jump again. Emma looks around and knocks Regina's hand away, embarrassed. "You could have just asked."

Regina gestures for her to take Henry to another room. "Go, have your talk."

"Wanna come with?" Emma asks.

Henry suddenly looks nervous, looking between his parents.

Regina shakes her head. "I think you can handle it."

Emma nods and takes Henry into the dining room.

"Am I in trouble?" Henry asks nervously.

"Should you be?"

"I hope not."

Emma glances to the playroom, seeing Grace sitting on the floor talking to Neal. "Have you talked to Amelia?"

Henry shakes his head. "No. Should I?"

Emma cocks her head. "Henry. Yes."

"But I don't even know what's between us."

"You seem pretty fond of Grace, and you seem to just enjoy Amelia. Am I wrong?"

"No."

"You've got a few days left here then summer's just around the corner. Why not make the most of it instead of stringing along both girls? That can't make Grace all that happy."

Henry scuffs his shoe on the ground. "Is it bad that Grace doesn't know about Amelia?"

"Henry. Geez kid. I thought I was bad." Emma sighs and shakes her head. "You've got a mess to clean up."

"Hey, so do you," he challenges.

"Yeah, and I'm working on it. So you start working on it too."

David comes in the doorway. "Guys, I need your help with the fish."

Emma grimaces. "Do we really have to?"

"Yep," David nods with a smile. "Let's go."

They both nod and wait for David to leave the room.

Emma turns back to Henry. "After lunch, your mom and I will walk home. You take your car and do something with Grace. As much as it's gonna suck, you've got to have that conversation."

"You and Mom gonna talk too?"

Emma nods. "There's plenty of talking to be had, Henry. No worries. Now let's go get this over with."

Henry laughs at Emma's gag and follows her to the kitchen.

David lays out the fish and three knives. "Alright, let's get started." He looks at Regina who is watching from a chair at the kitchen table. "Would you like to help?"

Regina raises an eyebrow. "I assume you can answer that question yourself, Charming."

"Well, enjoy yourself over there."

"I'm quite content, thank you." Regina leans back in the chair. She sighs when Mary Margaret sits in front of her. "Yes, dear?"

"I don't know what you're up to here, but I'm onto you." Mary Margaret glares at her.

"You're onto me?" Regina raises an eyebrow.

"You heard me. I don't want you hurting Emma. I don't know what's gotten into her, but she seems to honestly care about you, and that makes her vulnerable to all of you."

Regina crosses her arms. "Is all of me so bad?"

"Yes," Mary Margaret smacks a hand down on the table, but not loud enough to draw attention from the kitchen.

"Are you ever going to forgive me, dear?"

"Are you ever going to give me a reason to?"

"What, my dear Snow, have I done recently to you?"

"You mean besides stealing my daughter's heart?" Mary Margaret challenges.

Regina lunges forward, inches from Mary Margaret's face and hisses through clenched teeth, "I did not steal Emma's heart."

Mary Margaret leans back. "I meant emotionally, Regina. Calm down. Although the thought did cross my mind. And this temper is one of the reasons I still don't trust you."

Regina settles back in her chair stiffly. "You are not going to frighten me away from Emma."

"I didn't assume I could. I'm going to ask that you take her into consideration, however, as you carry out your little plan."

"There is no plan here. Your paranoia is starting to grind my nerves."

Mary Margaret crosses her arms. "There's a lot about you that grinds my nerves as well, Regina. Be careful with my daughter. There's nothing I won't do to protect her."

Regina stares at her then glances in the kitchen, seeing Emma nervously watch them. She sighs and looks back at Mary Margaret. "I have no desire to hurt Emma. Whether you believe me or not, I love your daughter very much, and my only plan is to show her that."

Mary Margaret purses her lips. "I still don't trust you."

"No one's asking you to," Regina says, granting her attention solely to the three in the kitchen, hoping to dissuade Mary Margaret from pressing her any further.