Oh good grief. She was as nice as Mary Margaret on top of it. Barely suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Regina reminded herself of promises made to her children, her eldest stepdaughter, her son's mother and said politely, "You don't have to do that. I can bake apple muffins for myself if I want them."

But part of what she'd said didn't require reminders or faking. "I'd rather you made use of the bananas before they go bad." Her lips pressed together in a thoughtful frown. "Is there anything else that isn't being used before it's turned?"