"Pretty good," she agrees, amused. "Except most of the time it's the wrong one."

Whiskey's loosening her tongue: she probably shouldn't have said anything about Regina, but he doesn't pick up that line of questioning the way she expects him to. Instead, he leans over the table (and he's got really, really blue eyes, did she not notice that before?) with the kind of look that means one of them's getting dared, and it's not him.

She just stares at him for a second, before breaking into another laugh and relaxing into a smile that crinkles up her eyes. "Doesn't count if I can't speak the language. No proving it's actually a line and not just a lame attempt at romance."