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“Emma Swan?” he tested his deputy’s name and then rose an eyebrow a  bit. “She’s not in right now—if you want to leave a message I could give it to Emma when she comes in.”

She sighed irritably, folding her arms. "Of course she's not in. When is everyone ever in when I want them to be?" she grumbled, "Never. Never, that's when - and that's when I have to do everything on my own, because people are too incompetent to do things by themselves, so who do they rely on? Me." She had clearly forgotten about the man in front of her until she looked up again, waving him off.

Tinker Bell merely nodded, disregarding the conversation. “Why would I leave? I’m having my own little fun here.” She reached out her hand to take the strip, popping it in her mouth immediately after. “And you’re not forcing me out, so I must be at least entertaining to you.”

"Well, blow me," she drawled sarcastically, "I was trying to ward you off with my bad personality." She shrugged a shoulder dismissively, peering out the window. "It's a slow day and I don't have any appointments set. I might as well amuse myself with a fairy princess girl until I have to force you out."

If you came in my room we would….