When Jefferson knocked over another bottle the smirk on Regina’s face grew. The empty bottles had been sitting on that table for weeks. Months even. One of the only remaining signs of a successful dinner party. Oh, she had planned to put them in the recycling eventually. But her pregnancy left very little reason for her to venture into the wine cellar. So on the table they had stayed. And in his quest to sneak into her home they’d served as the perfect alarm. Perhaps later she’d use magic to repair the bottles and place them on the table once again.
At his bow and compliment the former queen’s eyes rolled ever so subtly. Though a rather large part of her enjoyed being referred to as “your highness” once again. It had been far too long since anyone had referred to her as such. But few would ever hear her admit to that.
“And you are looking quite well yourself, my dear Jefferson.” Regina replied before leaning against the wall and adding, “despite your failed attempt to break into my home quietly, that is.”