“We used to laugh at all the things they got wrong.” In which Regina introduces Robin to this world’s many versions of Robin Hood. Absolutely no context to be had here. Just little fluffy bits. No major trigger warnings apply.
It’s not often he curses like that, and it makes Regina smile.
“I’m a fox.”
“In more ways that one,” Regina teases.
He doesn’t seem to catch her double entendre (which she’s a little disappointed about, because how often does that opportunity come around?) and leans forward on the couch, his eyes intent on the screen. “I don’t understand. Why am I a fox? What is this world’s obsession with giving animals human characteristics? First the cat with the hat, and now this.”