From the back office, Regina heard the strident tones of an annoyed resident. The Innkeeper apologized at a low, dull murmur. Daryl apologizing wasn't out of the ordinary. He apologized every time he couldn't answer a question. But the pitch of the voice at the desk carried and Regina set down the papers she'd been reviewing, took off her glasses, and stepped out to see what was going on--

In time to catch a towel out of the air with a flicker of magic. Her hands went to her hips and she stared him down with a glare that would have sent her sons and her subjects scurrying to their rooms. "If you want blue towels, grow logwood and dye them yourself. You obviously have plenty of time on your hands."