Hell yeah, the Roger was definitely a beautiful ship. Neal couldn't disagree with that. "That's where I learned to sail," he grinned, and went back to the actual food before the dessert. Sometimes he followed instructions. But with Hook, you know, he just had to be ornery. Because of reasons. "I bet you'll get it someday. And we'll go on a fishing trip."
Neal shrugged, adding, "You can ask whatever you want." Not like he had much to hide, especially about the dreams. A hunk of cheese was bitten into before he explained though. "My fiancee shot me. Or...ex-fiancee now, I guess. She tried to hurt Emma. Well, she tried to hurt both of us, but anyway. She wanted me out of the way, never really cared about me. Only wanted to cleanse the world of magic, so she came to Storybrooke to blow it up, basically."
It still seemed so ridiculous to him. Especially how he had gotten duped by Tamara in the first place. So desperate to still believe in love, and that someone could care about him. Ugh. "Anyway, she opened this magic bean portal and I pulled Emma out of it but I fell through instead. With a gunshot wound."