"You? Stubborn? No way." Gentler, now, and she breathes a little easier with Adelaide leaning back, grabbing up the journal and pen properly and leaning back, as well, spinning the pen between her fingers as she does so.

"Apples, huh?" It'll probably make no sense, but she huffs out a breath of laughter. She exists in a place of conflict where Ruby Lucas loved apple pie and appletinis, and Red remembers finding Snow White under a sleeping curse, and apple rolled away from her grasp, where Henry was under a sleeping curse. Apples were warmth and comfort and they were also a kneejerk no. "I'm on it. One ultra mega cocktail will be on its way to you eventually."