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[thestoriesarereal]

[The video turns on with Lucy smiling and then giving the camera a wave.]

I know it's a bit late, but I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day.

Also, all the Valentine's Day chocolate should be marked down, perfect time to get a lot of chocolate and candy.

[The video feed ends there, but she is a clever girl and thought this would be a better way to address those she left a valentine's day card and various candies for.]

For Emma

For Victor

For Nico

For Jefferson

For Older Loki

For Stan

For Younger Loki

For Laura

[And for Ivar for when he comes back.]

Comments

[thestoriesarereal]

Mm, I know you would be able to patch her up. But...she’s still human. She’s still suspectable to it. It’s not like she has an anti-curse spell on her or anything.

[jolting]

Honestly, after everything I've seen your family accomplish, it wouldn't surprise me at all if she did. Just think about how you'll get to show her your new cooking skills when she gets back.

[thestoriesarereal]

I don’t think that’s possible. Not even the Dark One was immune to the first curse.

[ She is not going to say Rumpy, she’s too old for that. But, there’s a nod of her head. Focus on Emma coming back...and she would be okay. But she still worries...and finds herself missing home. Her spirits are a bit dampened, but she’s still helping with cooking. ]

[jolting]

Yeah. The difference was he wanted to go to the land without magic.

[when the food is done, Victor gets plates for them] Believe me, I know better than most how easy it is to think of the worst scenario. But I also know where those thoughts lead. So even though it's hard, try remembering how strong and capable Emma is, and know that she's been through a lot and came out okay.

[thestoriesarereal]

That is true. He wanted to find his son though.

[Lucy wipes her hands, grabbing two forks and a serving spoon for the tater tots.]

I know she’s been through a lot and she can over come anything. But...I miss my parents...that’s all.

[jolting]

[Victor doesn't know what to say about that. He just gets them both a generous serving of tater tot nachos]

What's your mother like?

[thestoriesarereal]

Before the curse or currently?

[And yes, that is a big helping of food. She may not go for seconds.]

[jolting]

Whichever. Just... what's the first thing you think of, when you think of her?

[thestoriesarereal]

Home...my dad. her reading me bed time stories...hyacinth flowers.

[A sad smile.]

A glass slipper.

[jolting]

Like Cinderella? [a pause. He knows there are other versions, but still weird thinking of Henry and Cinderella when Victor knows an Ella in Storybrooke. He helped deliver her baby]

You don't think there's a version of me in that land, do you?

[thestoriesarereal]

[A nod of her head.]

Yeah, my mom's Cinderella, but she doesn't remember. Like Henry doesn't remember being an Author.

[A pause...]

Maybe? Stranger things have happened...like my step-grandma being Lady Tremaine and Rapunzel.

[jolting]

[he frowns. He can't help wondering if this possible other self had a better or worse time]

If you give me a good description, I can try drawing your mother for you. If you want.

[thestoriesarereal]

[Hard to say, she never ran into him or his other self.]

...I'll think on it. She's tall, almost as tall as Henry. He might be more of Emma's height, I think. I want to pick the right words for her.

[jolting]

The last time I saw Henry, he was just hitting puberty. Picturing him as an adult might take me a while.

But yes, think on it and let me know. And your food should be cool enough to eat now.

[thestoriesarereal]

Did his voice crack a lot?

[Another nod of her head. She picks up the fork and starts to pick a few tots. It's all cooled down and it does taste good.]

I like it. Maybe we could make it for Emma when she gets back.

[A small smile, she's trying not to be a downer.]

[jolting]

Yes, it did. It finally settled after a while, though.

[he smiles at her, giving a little encouraging nod. Being optimistic is not a skill he's mastered, but he's trying for her sake]

She'll love it. And hot chocolate with cinnamon to drink, of course. Isn't that the way everyone in your family takes it?

[thestoriesarereal]

I wonder if anyone recorded it. It would be funny to watch.

[Something she would love to watch, to know how he actually was as a kid. Sure, she could read about it, but it was different to watch it on a camcorder or on a screen. ]

Yeah, it taste great that way, but I like it with the beignets that my aunt Sabine makes. They’re delicious! Maybe...we could make some?”

[jolting]

I heard people get things from home sometimes. Maybe Emma will be sent recordings of Henry that you can watch.

[he tilts his head in thought, chewing his mouthful] We could try.

[thestoriesarereal]

Maybe...any idea how those things are brought here? Or what people need to do to get them?

[She would love to try and get a certain book, if possible. There's a few more bites from her, thinking over what ingredients would they need for beignets..and where she could find the recipe.]

[jolting]

I'm not sure. I'll work on that question and get back to you.

[he doesn't want to get her hopes up, but he will try to figure it out]

[thestoriesarereal]

Okay.

[At least he's being honest with her, telling her that he didn't have an answer but would try. That's all she can hope for at this point. Either way, the dinner was great and she finished her serving.]

If you want, I can help with the dishes. [Since she's his guest and all, and she did help out back home too.]

[jolting]

Sure. And you can take the leftovers home with you, if you want.

[thestoriesarereal]

[There's another nod of her head, picking up her plate to place in the sink carefully. She doesn't want to break anything.]

Sure, I can take it for lunch tomorrow too--for school.

[jolting]

How is school these days? Are you enjoying it any more since I started helping you?

[thestoriesarereal]

School is okay, but the teacher is boring more or less. Like...she just talks and doesn't make things fun like you do.

[And she may have made a friend or two, but it's nothing like back home. And Victor is a way better teacher.]