“I don’t go anywhere without mascara. That is my one go-to. I have a hard time with gooey or sticky lipsticks. I end up making ridiculous faces; rubbing my lips together subconsciously when I’m irritated." +
Q:Regina and Robin (obviously) and "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?"
Her jaw has dropped as they stare at each other over the island in her kitchen, his eyes wide as silence stretches on, realizing he’s made a mistake.
"Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?"
That, as if he hadn’t just told her something no one had ever dared say out loud before. “Did you mean it?”
"Did. You. Mean it?"
"I didn’t realize.”
Her hand finds her wine glass as she stares at him, levels him with her gaze. “You knew. How could you not know the difference?”
Between them sat a dish.
"I’ve only ever had this meal at the diner, I didn’t realize you knew how to bake it yourself," he insists.
"You just told me the one from Granny’s tastes ‘a bit better.’"
"What I believe I said was, ‘Granny has made lasagnas that taste better than this.’"
Regina huffs and puts her wine glass down, turning around to shut the oven off. “That means you like hers better.”
"Yours is still quite good, Regina. It’s only one dish, and believe me, you do plenty of things much better than Granny." He risks standing behind her, hands tentatively resting on her hips. "I do believe you’re quite the better kisser."
"You’d know that from experience?"
"Oh, yes. She cornered me once, demanded I kiss her good and proper."
The smile is in his voice and she can’t help the twitch of her lips. Turning, Regina attempts to glare up at him, but it falls short. “You’re a terrible liar.”
"Well, it’s a good thing I’m a thief," he responds with a lopsided smile before bending to kiss her lips. When he pulls back, he strokes the apple of her cheek with his thumb. "Am I forgiven, then?"
"As long as you never tell the old woman you think her frozen lasagna is better than mine."
"She will never know, and I pledge allegiance to only yours from now on."
There’s no mocking in his tone, he’s serious, and she can’t tamp down a smile against his lips.
He’s just sworn fealty to her food, and she supposes that yes, she can pretend he never said otherwise.