It isn't a bother at all and Regina heads to the kitchen. "White or red?" she asks over her shoulder, then smiles again, warmth bubbling in her chest again.

"And yes, it has. My son is here, Robin is here. Family and everyone else I care about." Which includes present company. "I've never had something like this before and it's new. Different and slightly overwhelming. But better than any other type of large celebration I've ever been to."

She was including the ones in Storybrooke where dwarves still pulled knives at the very sight of her.