mr. gold pawnbroker & antiquities dealer

[sticktomybooks]

Belle is dusting the shop. Rumple has such a lovely collection but he only occasionally remembers to clean it. Having started, she can see why he avoids the task- there's all sorts of small, delicate pieces that accumulate just horrific amounts of dust- but she refuses to let that stop her. The shop is entirely too dusty, and she is going to fix it.

It's something to do, at least. She doesn't need to be in the library for another hour or so, and Rumple's gone off somewhere again. She suspects he's getting her a present again. She keeps telling him he doesn't need to buy her things, she loves him just the same, but the fact that he thinks to buy her gifts makes her so happy she hasn't really made him stop.

She's free, she's found Rumple, he loves her, she loves him. Life is good. And right now, at this second- this shop is going to be spotless.

She moves onto the next piece, humming to herself in contentment.

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[mask_of_the_monster]

"Even if we are, obviously, devilishly attractive," Rumple smirks.

[darkest_evening]

"Well, of course."

[blooded_poet]

"Thank you, that is your capacity of ego-stroking for the next month fulfilled. Carry on."

[made_not_born]

Regina is just as uninterested in the ego-stroking as Lynn is, but she at least has something to distract. Home sweet home.

"My house is right up there," she says, pointing. "Let's find you both some modern clothes, shall we?"

[darkest_evening]

"Yes, let's."

[my_own_savior]

There is a blonde woman, waiting outside of the door to Regina's house. She looks at the group and double-takes.

"... Woah," she says, looking between Adarin and Rumplestiltskin. "That's - new."

[darkest_evening]

"My name is Adarin, actually, not 'new.'"

[blooded_poet]

"I will hit you," Lynn informs him.

[made_not_born]

"His name is Adarin, he's from another world. Where's my son?" Regina demands worriedly.

[sticktomybooks]

"Really, if you think about it, we're all from another world," Belle points out idly.

[my_own_savior]

"He's with David. I'm guessing the other world's where Ms. Clear Eyes came from, too?"

[blooded_poet]

"That's 'Missus,' I'm married," corrects Mrs. Clear Eyes. "And yes."

[mask_of_the_monster]

"She found my son," Rumple tells her. "He's in New York. But she doesn't know our world." He looks at her intently. "You owe me a favor. I'm calling it in. Just... just get him here. Let me talk to him. Five minutes, that's all."

[my_own_savior]

Blonde woman sighs.

"Right. Okay, road trip to New York, just - give me time to say goodbye to Henry and pack. How are we supposed to find him in New York? Kind of a big city."

[blooded_poet]

"My job," says Lynn, easily. "I know which building he's staying in."

[my_own_savior]

"... Okay. Should I ask how?"

[darkest_evening]

"Magic."

[my_own_savior]

"Why am I not surprised."

[mask_of_the_monster]

"Favor," Rumple reminds her.

[made_not_born]

"Just when you'd gotten me and Gold to give it up, too," Regina smirks. "Theirs is different, if that's any consolation. Your heart is safe."

[my_own_savior]

"Well, that's something. Yeah, yeah, favor - I've got it, I'll help."

[darkest_evening]

Adarin is politely confused. "... Her heart? In a metaphysical sense, or a literal 'her heart was in physical danger' sense?"

[made_not_born]

Regina smiles. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"

[sticktomybooks]

"Regina!"

[made_not_born]

"I promised my son," Regina says testily. "No more magic. That includes hearts."