"Nah, not really," Emma replied, leaning back a little as Regina sat down, in that instinctive way most everyone did when someone approached their table in a restaurant. "And even if you had, sounded important so..." She gestured towards the pub food in front of them. "I didn't order drinks yet. I wasn't sure what you'd want. I considered ordering appletinis, but..." She smiled wryly and shrugged at the half-joke.