"Nope, fleshy bits and blood." Although that might've come in handy should they locate August again in Storybrooke if he was still all wooden and stuff. Emma could worry about that later.
"Okay, so I guess... it's gonna need to be something less specific." Leaning over a little, Emma wasn't exactly sure what language it was written in, but the writing itself was ... atrocious really.
"What era did you say you were from?" Was this written in an ink well and feather quill or something.