"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks! It is the east… And Regina is the sun!" Emma said, smiling.
"Ugh! No! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Regina said, batting Emma on the shoulder. They were having a romantic Valentine's dinner at the Mayor's house.
"I hate that play! Everyone in their right mind hates that play!"
"But it's Shakespeare! It's supposed to be romantic!"
"It's about a three-day marriage between a 17 boy and a 13 year old girl, who literally just met, and several people die. Including the couple. It's stupid, and anyone who's actually read it, hates it."
Emma frowned, looking down at her food.
"If you want a real Shakespeare romance, then read Twelfth Night. Beautiful."
Emma looked up, getting Regina to look at her, before perfectly reciting Sonnet 116. "If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Regina blushed as her lover finished and looked down at her food. "That's my favourite one."
"Promise me you'll never recite Romeo and Juliet again?"
"All but one line."
"Which one?" Regina asked, resting her cheek on her hand.
"Look, as she rests her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand so that I might touch her cheek."