❛ - -- - i'm nearly finished. ❜ as she talks, she rolls up the sleeves of her blouse, expensive silk taking a back seat to regina’s enthusiasm for all things celebratory. festivities in the forest were different than in this world -- her first year was a learning experience. now, decades later, she’s long since mastered the art. ❛ cookies first, then the pie and after that, the candy apples... the presents go under the tree at exactly midnight... henry should be asleep by ten-thirty, he never makes it any later... ❜ -- has she forgotten something ?