Work Text:
"Can we make cookies?"
It's a question that warms her heart and sends a knife through it. Henry used to ask that all the time…but now he's gone.
She can't possibly say no though, not when Roland flashes his dimples at her and those curls are bouncing around everywhere in excitement. So she creates chocolate chips with magic, and they find the rest of the ingredients in Granny's pantry. The rest of the afternoon is spent covered in powdery flour and gooey cookie dough, and when she looks back, Regina finds that maybe the day wasn't so bad after all.