Emma smiled, touched to hear Henry had been thinking of her. They really couldn't have asked for a better kid. "He made me breakfast," she added with a soft laugh. "The pancakes were a little...stiff, and the coffee needed a lot of cream and sugar, but it was so sweet."

She started to remark upon the sad shape the boat had apparently been in when Hook...acquired it, that he'd put a lot of work into it, that she'd helped out on occasion and had seen for herself how drastically different it was compared to now--but the comment threw her off. Because she had all kinds of feelings about the damn name herself that were hard to sort through. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, genuinely asking, not accusing or angry.