Regina did not, as a rule, work in the bakery. Nor, as a rule, did she provide pastry to the bakery or the Inn. She supposed the impulse to make apple turnovers today was related to missing Ignis in the quiet way that she did, or to missing Henry who had always liked her apple pastries when she wasn't trying to poison Emma, or maybe just to wanting to make something she liked eating and was actually capable of cooking.

But when she saw the rugged-looking ginger at the bakery window, it occurred to her that it might actually be Atticus and Apple she'd been thinking of. Time for some druidry and elemental chatting maybe. That always felt solidly good and non-murderous.

Anyhow, in the moment, because he was looking and she'd been baking (without the 'precious' smudges of flour a woman without access to good glamour spells couldn't avoid), she offered her most alluring smile. "I just took the turnovers out of the oven."