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[the_fairest]

OOM: This is something she really can't handle before coffee.

"--is no way there is a bar in the backyard, Emma. Are you sure you haven't been spending too much time with Hen--"

The voice had drifted closer and closer until a young woman, with short black hair, appeared in the doorway, looking from over her shoulder to the wide expanse of the room in front of her.

"Emma," Mary Margaret hissed. A completely failed stage whisper. "There's a bar in my backyard."



[Two pups, two muns. One semi-new, one brand new.
Tiny Tags: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard]

Sadly, we must call slows for sleep after this last round of tags. We might be back for an hour tomorrow night, but definitely on Wednesday night to pick right up where we left off. Thank you, one and all, for your very Once Upon A Warm Welcome. This night has been full of magic and delight.

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[notinthebook]

"Yeah."

She drags it out.

"No offense to Granny, but this place kinda has a lot more going for it."

At least Mary Margaret's looking a little less like a deer in headlights, though she's still got that uncertainty in every one of her steps, in every half-frightened, half-intrigued glance she gives the room.

[the_fairest]

Emma gets a sympathetically patronizing look at the words about Granny's. Pretty direct for how uncertain she is on the rest of the room.

"Storybrooke wouldn't know what to do with someone this big."

[notinthebook]

"Hey."

She gives Mary Margaret an amused glance.

"Give Storybrooke more credit. Ruby would eat this place up."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret tried to remain serious, but her mouth moved first, into a a reluctantly, true smile, dragging the rest of her face with it. As she shook her head.

"Ruby would love every bit of it." Leaving, without really leaving.

[notinthebook]

There's the smile she's looking for. It's the one that makes Mary Margaret light up like a cute little Christmas tree, brings laughter and humor into a face that is too serious too often.

"See? It's not so bad. No trip to Boston required."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret laughed. "No gas expense, or packing, either."

[notinthebook]

"There you go. All the comforts of home without it actually being home."

And Mary Margaret could use it. She might be the one who thought Henry needed an escape, but as far as Emma can tell, she's been just as lonely as the kid.

Why else would she invite a perfect stranger to come live with her?

"Come on, let's check it out."