"She likes her dramatics," he noted, and for a minute he hesitated, but then Neal found himself sitting, relaxing back into the couch.

"I figured you didn't cook anything, not with what I know about your skills in the kitchen. But I heard you got roped into helping, at least. Which means I can thank you for dinner." He'd already thanked Regina, figuring he was heading out soon.

"This was a pretty good day. A little surreal, but good." For example, he'd met the baby named after him, and for long minutes, he'd just thought about Henry and everything he'd missed.