“If you can ground her, then I can ground you.” Regina said.
Mary Margret gasped and went paler than usual.
“It’s a joke.” Regina smiled. “Since you are here, I want you to meet my daughter, Cora.”
Mary Margret stared at the little red haired girl, who stared right back. “Actually, I’m Apple,” the girl said. “Cora can be my middle name.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “Apple Cora? Seriously? That’s what you are going to go with?”
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” -- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass