Impressed with Hook's insight, Regina bit back her usual snark where he was concerned. He did know Emma better than anyone but her mother, and in this case, "He's not wrong," she allowed. "Closer to right than not, anyhow."

She caught a glance at the server for their section and made the universal gesture for another round. And in the meantime, she channeled magic through her fingertips, not a spell, just a magical "effect", more or less, and warmed both of their drinks. "Nothing worse than lukewarm coffee," came her murmured explanation.

"Inborn magic is directly tied to emotion, which is why it tends to show up first when you're threatened or pissed off." Emma knew this, but it wouldn't hurt to remind her, if she was ready to listen this time. "Your magic breaks your blocks when you can't afford to let your doubts and your emotions get in your way, but the rest of the time..." A shrug. Sometimes she could access it, sometimes she couldn't, and when she could, her control was miserable.