Sooooo.
Good news: Paris is still Paris, and wonderful, and I gained about five pounds purely in cheese.
Bad news: turns out if you're away from Storybrooke long enough - or maybe it's just far enough - you start to feel.... like you have to come back? I can't explain it. Something between a compulsion and an actual physical pain. We were kind of afraid we'd be magically dragged back here if we tried to stay longer, so. We're back.
Daisy, I have presents for you. Felicity, you too.