It was a hug of friends. Good friends. Emma didn't have a whole lot of those before Henry came and found her, and changed her life on her twenty-eighth birthday. But now Emma was pretty sure that Regina was one of her best friends, along with her mother and ... well, there were others, too. That was neither here nor there.

The hug lasted long enough that Emma started to realize that maybe Regina needed it just as much as she did--if not more. Emma was more than willing to give her friend the hug they both needed.

"We do." Emma nodded. "Is there anywhere we can find a drink in these parts?"