Regina accepted the cup of tea. “Walking into the home of an emotionally volatile villain, breaking through at least five protection spells in the process, in order to deliver a pitcher of what looks like very suspect tea? That’s an... unusual choice, Ms. Swan.”
"I thought you might appreciate it."
Regina burst out laughing.
"Careful. Some day you’ll misread me.”
Emma grinned. “Not today, though.”
They looked at each other. Regina took a sip of tea.
"It tastes a bit like hard apple cider.”
"Yeah.” said Emma. "I thought it was fitting, considering the circumstances."
Regina raised her eyebrow, and then took a bigger sip. Emma poured herself a cup and sat down next to her, shoulders just touching. “So… want to finish off this pitcher and watch terrible daytime television?”
“Depends. Did you put the protection spells back up behind you?”
Emma nodded solemnly. “Nobody ever needs to know.”
Regina handed her the remote.