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No, no this is great! Really great. Okay, we can definitely work with this. It doesn't matter who else you play or that you didn't plan on winding up playing on me. You did! So that means it has to be meant to be! Things don't just happen for no reason at all.

That's not the way it works.

Besides, you have to admit I'm a lot of fun.

So! Let's get out there. Operation Cobra isn't going to take care of itself. Well... come on!

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Strangers are people we don't know and could hurt you.

I'm not gonna get hurt. Besides, I know how it goes, don't get into cars with strangers. Don't take candy or anything from strangers.

Don't tell them personal details or go with them. Anywhere. I mean it, Henry.

What's it take to make someone not a stranger anymore?

For me to know them and approve of them.

[ fat chances, Henry. ]

So you have to be in charge of them too.

[ oh sweet child of hers, why so difficult? ]

You're my son, Henry. I want to know what kind of people talk to you. Especially if they are not children, themselves.

I talk to all sorts of people. Not that there's any strangers in Storybrook. ...well except for August, and he turned out to be really nice. [Anecdotal evidence is totally like concrete proof, right? Playground logic is a go!]

[ THAT'S THE WORST EXAMPLE HENRY. AND WAIT. ]

August? Since when are you friendly with him?

[...rats.]

I've seen him around, I guess. It's not like it's that big a place. [...here, look. He's even offering an innocent little smile here. That's not suspicious at all.]

Henry.

[ hands goes to hips. ]

We don't know anything about him.

[So much for innocent smile. So now it's slumping shoulders and a heavy little sigh.]

I know! I know he's nice. And he's a writer. And he drives a motorcycle! [...getting the warm fuzzies yet, mom?]

[ she looks like she might be developing a headache. ]

Henry, no. No motorcycles.

I'm to young to ride a motorcycle.

They are pretty cool though.

No, they are not. And yes, you are too young.

Well... too young to drive it anyway. Maybe if someone else was driving... [...he's doing this on purpose.]

[ God, her migraine. ]

Maybe someone can grounded if he thinks of it.

...right. So no motorcycles. [Grounded sucks. It makes sneaking around that much harder. Not impossible, just, slightly more difficult.]

[ let her just...look at you, Henry. Look, she loves you ok, she just really sucks in expressing it. ]

No motorcycles.

[ here, she'll hand you a bag of grapes, yes, grapes. ]

And not too much candy, either.

[Grapes. ...well, not exciting. But not apples, so not that creepy association. He'll take them.]

I know. And look both ways before I cross the street.

((ooc: by the by, your Regina is fantastic!))

And don't forget your scarf.

[ ooc: pfft no, I am so inspired by your Henry I couldn't resist tagging fjhf ]

Right. My scarf. Any other "don't"s?

((ooc: aaah too nice of you to say! :) ))

[ She wants to say 'stay here and don't leave my side' but. ]

No high places, no dangerous grounds.

[ ooc: it's really just true! ]

oh gosh, thank you so much, you are so wonderful for telling me this :3

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