Emma was a little surprised by the affection and friendly nature that Regina was showing her. Not unpleasantly so, just... surprised. She'd have to hear more about what on Earth was going on here.

They moved together through the hotel until they reached the cafe's booth, and then Emma slipped into one side of it. This place was totally ridiculous. Such ornate, wood carvings. What was that? "It... really is." She waited for her friend to get the drinks, completely at a loss for the way this place looked.

"Thanks," she offered, accepting the glass. Then she turned to give the young woman at the bar a look, and a nod, lifting her glass in thanks.

"...wait, she's what?" Emma turned to blink at Regina. She was having a few flashbacks to Henry telling her all the people in Storybrooke were from a book.