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Post by Roland Hood on Dec 9, 2014 4:23:55 GMT
Thank you. *eats the scoop*
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:24:14 GMT
*Lucy is still fussy*
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Post by Regina/The Evil Queen on Dec 9, 2014 4:26:09 GMT
*eats her fruit*
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:27:16 GMT
*Lucy continues crying*
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Post by Regina/The Evil Queen on Dec 9, 2014 4:29:12 GMT
*slams her spoon down and wipes her mouth with her serviette* I'll be right back. *follows the crying and sees Rumpel and Belle with their crying little brat* Do you mind?
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Post by Henry Mills on Dec 9, 2014 4:30:23 GMT
*finishes everything then begins taking from Regina's fruit bowl, emptying it*
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:30:46 GMT
*nicely* Do I mind what? *tends to Lucy, getting frustrated*
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Post by Mr. Gold/Rumpelstilskin on Dec 9, 2014 4:32:36 GMT
If I were you, I would leave, deary.
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Post by Regina/The Evil Queen on Dec 9, 2014 4:33:31 GMT
Mind what? I'm trying to enjoy dinner with my family and all I hear is that little brat crying!
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:33:57 GMT
Rumple, we are here to work on your social skills. *glares at him* Be social.
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:35:19 GMT
*hears Regina* *has had a long day and is frustrated* *still acts nice but gritted teeth* Our little brat crying? It was Roland who woke her from her nap.
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Post by Mr. Gold/Rumpelstilskin on Dec 9, 2014 4:41:50 GMT
*shakes his head. The waitress comes over with the phone: Phone call for Mr. Gold. Rumpel: Seriously, deary? *shakes his head and leaves the table to make the phone call*
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Post by Regina/The Evil Queen on Dec 9, 2014 4:42:34 GMT
Don't talk about my fiancee's son like that.
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Post by Belle Gold on Dec 9, 2014 4:48:01 GMT
*has had enough* *sets Lucy down gently* Ok lady. That's enough. You kidnapped me, locked me in an asylum for 28 years, used me as a pawn in your chess match, manipulated me and Rumple, and constantly boasted a spectacular superiority complex. And you know, I'm forgiving. I could look past all that. But nobody, and I mean NOBODY complains about my baby. *simmers with rage*
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Post by Henry Mills on Dec 9, 2014 4:49:32 GMT
*covers Roland's eyes*
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