Ruby's not used to it, either. Not the wealth - not this place's expectations... None of it. The one constant was Snow. The relatively innocent, never been to Storybrooke Snow...

She was still made of iron, though. She couldn't help but feel a spark of pride over how well Snow was holding up.

"I couldn't leave you," she pointed out, giving Snow a kiss on her forehead. "Now come on; I think I found a good movie..." Maybe. She didn't really trust what the capitol would count as entertainment.