“You’re the one who decided to leave the bug with me—and it wasn’t even yours to begin with,” she reminded him with a pointed stare and a smirk of her lips. Though, to be perfectly fair, it wasn’t hers, either. But she doubted that the original owner missed it after so much time. And even if they did, well, that was too bad for them. She was actually quite fond of her buggie.
It was easier to make light of a situation than linger on the past. That was something they always seemed to have in common. Their past did not define them, and to be quite frank, they always seemed to avoid bringing it up as much as they possibly can. Though, now that she thought about it, how much did they know of each other past an orphan and a man running from another world?
Lips pushed down at the thought, but she was quick to shake it away. As Neal ordered, she let out a small scoff and she let out a small scoff. “Should have known,” she mused quietly beneath her breath, lips quirked up into what seemed to be a smile of amusement. Her eyes peered toward him, head tilting to the side in obvious consideration.
Laughing quietly into the back of her hand, earning a few glances from Ruby, she braced her hands against the edge of the table. A small hum escaped her, lips pursed together. “Obeying the law seems kind of boring, doesn’t it?” She remembered her first week here, how many laws did she break; just to get under Regina’s skin?
— Though taking a chainsaw to her apple tree was well worth it.
“Yeah, figured you’d have more use of it than I did. ‘Sides, it kinda fits you.”
The remark was accompanied with yet another chuckle; to be frank, seeing Emma drive the bug for the very first time had been quite the experience. She hadn’t been a very experienced driver back then, and the car seemed rather…small for her. Truth be told, with Emma’s driving habits, she could probably use a Hummer by now, but it pleased him to know that she’d stuck by the bug for all these years. After all, it confirmed that his decision to give her the keys to the car had ultimately been a good one. One of the very few good decisions he’d made in his life.
Emma’s scoff in response to his order was met with a defiant grin from his side, and he could see Ruby turn a curious gaze towards them from the corner of his eye. They were drawing attention, but he didn’t mind it one bit; at least they weren’t having an argument of sorts. Not that they’d had a habit of doing that, not even when they were still together and spent each day and night together, sometimes in the car, sometimes in a hotel room of sorts. They’d always gone along swimmingly, though perhaps he did have his lenient personality to thank for that for the largest part. Emma could be quite the stubborn lady.
Providing her with a shrug in response to her question, he tugged up one corner of his mouth until his grin became lopsided.
“No clue, never tried it. You should be one to know, though, Ms. Town Sheriff.”
