#secondchancecassidy

She rose her eyebrows, not knowing this man or who his father was… but she knew that people could change sometimes. “I did it because growing up I was alone it would have been a great thing to have someone do what I did. Plus- I had free time and I didn’t have debts like my friend to pay off. So what else could I do with them? I wouldn’t be used to having extra money… “ She ran her hand through her hair. “It was that too… I’d become a thief out of necessity and it was all I knew. The towns were neglected and they needed the coin. I knew how to take it from those who had too much- so I did. I gave it to those who really needed it.”

"Neal? Is that really you?" Mary Margaret had hoped that they would find Neal in the underworld. Henry's father had died too soon, and he deserved more time with Neal.  She hoped that they could figure out a way to bring Neal home, Henry deserved a father, even if Emma had moved on. "Have you seen Henry? I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you, even under these circumstances."

“It went quite well, usually I stick to a three course meal, but occasionally I’ll do a four course… It’s not terribly difficult in my opinion. At about seven courses it starts to get a bit more tough to plan because you really have to learn to compliment the previous courses.” She laughed lightly.

That's true, but snoring is a little embarassing though." She laughed. "I've gotten over it though."

"Well I stole from the Queen's lackeys for years, right in her palace. I stole from royals on a daily basis and I told the man I loved that I loved him. Just a few examples." She crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk playing over her lips. "What about you? You ever done anything risky?"

"You really think we're gonna get outta the Underworld?" It wasn't a sarcastic retort, instead she was genuinely wondering if he believed it. "Do you think we can go back with them?...I was told.. that- that I could but... I don't want to get up hope and be left behind." The last time she'd dared hope it'd end up leading to her death.

"It was many years ago... My mother and I made it, we worked together. It was beautiful. It was a deep blue, lovely color... the lining was a pale golden... it was simple but elegant. Suiting for my age. I suppose my mother did most of the work... but I did the simpler parts of the dress." She smiled lightly, remembering working with her mother to make the dress for the ball. She'd been about thirteen years old, and her mother had chosen to humor the young girl wanting to learn to sew. They could afford properly tailored dresses but Belle had been so adamant to learn...

“Yes.”