The only reason Regina would have ever set foot on a boat with the pirate and anyone in the Charming family again was if Henry were in mortal danger. And so, the fact that she was here was a feat in and of itself and only proved the fact that she and Emma’s relationship was mending. Perhaps completely mended, Regina wasn’t sure, but they got along and that was enough for her, for now. And so, she was here with a present. Two, actually: a bottle of scotch aged fifty years that she’d purchased straight from her source, and a decanter. She had a bet going with herself, that Emma wouldn’t even know what a decanter was, though perhaps she’d be surprised. Regina wouldn’t mind if she was.

She was, however, slightly annoyed that her turnovers wound up overboard. She had no idea what the pirate had against hygiene, and so another batch was magicked up and placed back on the table where she could keep an eye on them. For her part, Regina mostly stayed out of the way. She let everyone else mingle and carry conversations, keeping to herself. Mostly because she still wasn’t used to being included in family events.