After Mr. Gold's house is robbed, Emma and David keep a close eye on him when it looks like he wants to track down the criminal and dole out some vigilante justice as payback, and Mary Margaret, Queenie, Ruby and Ashley have a girls' night out.
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"You're serious?" Ruby asked in disbelief as she and Queenie walked down the streets of Storybrooke. "You really want to open a bakery here?"
"Well, why not?" Queenie smiled, humming to herself as she looked around the storefronts. "Emma is the sheriff, and we can't exactly advertise Newt's profession. The bakery in New York is often run by the managers. I would just need to pop in occasionally to see how it's going. Besides, you've been selling my goods at the diner, haven't you?"
"We have," Ruby nodded. "I keep having to explain to people why we run out so quickly."
"Well, there you have it," Queenie shrugged. "I open a bakery here, and your gran and I can have a discussion about forming some sort of partnership. Simple."
"Yeah, except for one thing," Ruby huffed. "The mayor might try to get her hands on you before you even open."
Queenie snorted. "Ruby, hon, I was a temporary confidante of one of the greatest Dark Wizards in history. The mayor doesn't frighten me."
Ruby shook her head incredulously. "You are a brave woman."
"Thank you!" Queenie grinned. Brakes screeching nearby made the women stop, and Queenie frowned when she saw a man shouting at someone in the driver's seat of a truck emblazoned with the logo "Game of Thorns." "Who's that?" she asked.
"Moe French," Ruby answered. "He's the best florist in town." She sighed when she saw the man with a cane standing on the sidewalk and watching with a smug look. "I heard he was working to get the money so he could pay back Mr. Gold's loan. I guess he didn't meet the deadline."
"So Mr. Gold is just taking his truck?" Queenie frowned. "How cruel."
"That's business to him, unfortunately," Ruby shrugged with a sigh. She checked her watch and clicked her tongue. "I need to get ready for my shift. I'll tell Granny you're thinking of setting up shop here in Storybrooke. See you later?"
"Absolutely," Queenie nodded. "Thanks, Ruby."
Ruby waved and hurried down the street towards the inn. Queenie, meanwhile, watched Mr. Gold continue on his way and head for a dark-haired woman wrapped in a white coat. Queenie tilted her head curiously and ducked into a shadowed alley, using her wand to cast a Disillusionment Charm. When she was satisfied with the results, she crept towards where Mr. Gold and Regina were speaking.
" . . . quite a show back there," Regina was saying.
"Well, Mr. French is just having a bad day," Mr. Gold shrugged nonchalantly. "It happens to the best of us."
Regina nodded. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something - "
"Yeah," Mr. Gold scoffed. "And the moment you have something I want to discuss, we'll have that little chat."
"No," Regina scowled, moving into Mr. Gold's path when he attempted to pass her. "We're gonna do this now. It'll only take a moment."
Mr. Gold huffed. "Is there something eating you, dear? Something you need to get out in the open? 'Cause it's gonna have to wait." Regina opened her mouth, but Mr. Gold narrowed his eyes. "Please."
Regina's mouth hung open, but no words passed her lips. Mr. Gold smiled pleasantly and walked past her, leaving Regina frozen in place. Queenie leaned against the building, quietly humming as she thought. Interesting.
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