Leslie didn't know how to let things flow naturally at its own speed. She always pushed to get things done as quickly as possible, and in her own way. It came from the urge that Leslie had to be in control of any situation at any given time. Relinquishing that control was almost, if not entirely, impossible.
Being brought to this place would have been devastating for Leslie if she didn't feel like she could somehow change her fate. She was still on track to becoming the first female President of the United States, or at least she hoped she would be after her run for city council. The dream of that seemed so far away now that she was in Marrowood, but she wasn't ready to give up on that just yet. Being here, in this town, she was determined to turn it around. And if she could do that here, then she could do that anywhere!
Her eyes sparkled brightly as she listened attentively to Mary Margaret. She was interesting, and she definitely seemed normal as far as everything went. That was always a good sign. Leslie knew that the reason she and Ann got along so well was that Ann balanced out Leslie's own over-the-top tendencies. Mary Margaret could do that for Leslie. Plus, she seemed really nice. Leslie could work with nice.
"Sorry if I'm overwhelming you. I've been told that I'm a little on the pushy side," she said with a sheepish grin. "But, Storybrooke, huh? I've never heard of it, but it almost sounds picturesque. You know, like something out of a fairytale." She let out a dreamy sigh, and then laughed a bit at Mary Margaret's statement.
"Yeah, I love breakfast. I don't know why anyone would want to eat anything other than breakfast, you know. It's so great, and it's so sad that there isn't a good breakfast place around here. Pawnee has the greatest diner in the world that has the greatest waffles. Ever. You know," she started to say as she leaned forward in her chair. "If we ever get out of here, I'll take you. You won't regret it."