in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
Emma could get that, really. She knew that her parents had a lot of responsibility, and they likely had worked very hard through a lot of things to make the Enchanted Forest safe and able to run, especially while battling against Regina and King George and everything else. And they didn't really have a way to go back right then, the whole town couldn't go through the hat, she didn't think at least, and really, was that what they all wanted?
"Wouldn't it... Wouldn't it be easier then to stay? I mean, the Enchanted Forest is good and bad, and I know that Storybrooke is just a prison really, but... Isn't it easier, safer really, to stay there? With proper medicine and heating and electricity. It's easier to take care of people in Storybrooke than in the Forest." Because Emma had marched through there, had battled ogres and a hoard of enchanted corpses and climbed a beanstalk and fought a giant. And Storybrooke was much safer than that.
She didn't know if she could leave a world she was used to, with all the fixings that made life easier, to live in, what basically was, the dark ages of time. It might not be the point right then, but she knew it'd come up eventually. It had to really, with how at home Snow had been in that forest. "Not that it's an option right now, since we're stuck here." The squeeze of his hand at least comforted a little, but it wasn't exactly what she wanted to spend the evening discussing, since they couldn't even get back to Storybrooke just then.