The name meant nothing to Regina, but the offer...the last time a near stranger had asked her out for a drink, it had led to a fairy losing her wings, a man losing his first chance at True Love, and a witch losing her second, and later a child losing his mother. Swan didn't count. She always had an ulterior motive, even if it was just "friendship."

The name meant nothing to her, but why should it? "Regina Mills. Stunning conversationalist." She gestured to the shed. "Suit yourself. Plenty of cleaning to do."