"I think we can manage both," Emma replied, tilting her head and studying Henry for a moment. She'd expected this to be harder, somehow. More awkward or...something. After the Walsh disaster, and then they'd lost Neal...apparently this was another example of Emma worrying more than was necessary, but that was her job as a mother.

"And, hey, maybe if you wanted to learn how to sail, that'd be okay," she added with a warmer smile. "So long as you wear your lifejacket. And do not engage in active piracy." That was a joke. Mostly. The stolen boat aside, it wasn't as though there was booming trade in piracy here in the city, unless illegally software and music counted.