It was definitely a statement, and one her son had been present for, which meant that Emma was going to have to stop dragging her heels and have an actual conversation about...things.

"Right, anyway," Emma muttered, clearing her throat and shifting the subject. "I made sure there were plenty of lifejackets on board, in case Henry wanted to learn how to sail. He, uh...sort of expressed an interest, back in Storybrooke, before he got his memories back," she explained, half-statement, half-question.