Bae: Remember, son, road safety is very important.
Henry: Dad, I’m eleven, not five years old.
Bae: Alright. I’m just saying!
Bae: Another bit of important advice, never ever make any deals with my father.
Henry: I already did, it went well.
Bae: Hehehe, good joke, good joke, kid!
Emma: Wait. What?
Emma: You made a deal with my son?
Rumple: Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Dearie.
Rumple: It was Henry’s idea.
Emma: What was the deal?
Rumple: None of your business.
Emma: Does Belle know that she’s now practically a grandma?
Rumple: Not yet. I thought that conversation would be better to have face to face.
Emma: Maybe I should call her, tell her the “good” news.
Rumple: Don’t you dare!
Emma: Tell me what the deal with Henry was or I’m phoning Belle right now.
Rumple: Fine, in exchange for putting in a good word for me so you wouldn’t punch me, Henry wanted to know how he could get a girl to like him.
Emma: And that was it?
Rumple: That was it. Promise you won’t call Belle?
Emma: I promise I won’t call Belle.
Emma: So what did you say to Henry?
Rumple: Not telling.
All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of Felix