That's not what we called it when we lived there. [ She gives him the side-eye, but it's mainly an attempt to save face, because she straight up doesn't remember what her kingdom was called anymore. It's fine. It's normal. ] But, all things considered, I think I'll take the refrigerators. At least in Storybrooke — or, the area surrounding it, at least – magical contracts aren't a valid negotiation tactic.

[ She's about to thank him for his validation of her status when —hold up. She gasps, meaning to gently place her palms on the bar top, but the energy from the drink has her slamming them a bit loudly. ] And deep fryers! Is there food here? Do you have a menu?