[Emma leans over the kitchen island flipping through a magazine while Regina stands at the sink with Snow drying dishes as the younger woman washes them. David is seated at the kitchen table helping Henry finish the last of his homework.]

Emma: Anne Boleyn had six fingers.

Snow: Who’s Amber Lynn?

Emma: Anne Boleyn, she was one of the six wives of Henry the eighth.

Regina: You know you can’t take anything for face value in those tabloids.

Emma: I’m looking at a picture right here and she’s got six fingers.

David: What happened to the other four?

Emma: She had eleven total.

Regina: Are you trying to confuse us, Miss Swan?

Emma: No, I’m just trying to expose us to a little more culture. That’s not easy to come by in Maine, nevermind Storybrooke.

Hey, Regina! How about taking a theater trip to New York?

Regina: I don’t want to expose myself to anything.

Snow: We should broaden our horizons.

Regina: You broaden your horizons your way and I’ll broaden my horizons mine.

[Henry snickers]

Emma: I’m going to support the arts in this area.

Regina: I’ll write a check. I support art, I just don’t have to see it.

[This time, both David and Henry chuckle. Snow flashes a smirk at them as she hands a dripping plate to the brunette beside her.]

Emma: I know Henry’d love it. Wouldn’t you kid?

Henry: Yeah!

[Once the dish is dry, Regina places it in the cabinet with more flare than need be, causing ceramic to thump heavy against wood. Then she spins around to face the blonde from the opposite side of the counter, tossing the damp towel to drape over her shoulder.]

Regina: Can I get one thing straight with you?

[Snow stops what she’s doing, because everyone in the rooms knows that her daughter is simply poking the former Evil Queen for a reaction, and gives the two women her attention, as does David lifting his head from the math book splayed open on the table. Henry desperately tries to hide his amusement by pretending to concentrate.]

Regina: I do not see plays because I can sleep at home for free. I don’t watch movies because they’re trash, and have nothing but naked people in them. And I don’t read books, because if they’re any good they’ll just end up made into a mini series.

[She turns back toward the sink and irritably gestures for Snow to do the same.]

Emma: [smugly] You know, you would be a much more contented, pleasant person if you would find ways to occupy your time.

[The brunette twists on her heel so fast the towel in her hand whips against the low cabinets of the kitchen island, making Snow and Emma jump slightly, earning four sets of eyes.]

Regina: I AM PLEASANT!

Dammit, I just saw Gold eating this morning at the diner and I smiled at the son-of-a-bitch, for I couldn’t help myself.

[After a beat of silence, Emma and Henry burst into uncontrollable laughter while David and Snow fail to conceal theirs. And Regina’s lips, against her best effort, tug upwards joining in on the beguilement at her expense.]