emma: *knock knock knock-knock knock*
emma: do you wanna see my magiiiiiiiic?
emma: come on just look my waaaaay
emma: we're never flirting anymore
emma: come out the door
emma: it's like you've gone awaaaaaay
emma: we used to be so flirty
emma: and now we're not
emma: i wish you would tell me whyyyyyyyyyyy
emma: do you wanna see my magiiiiiiiiic?
emma: it doesn't have to be my magiiiiiiiiiic
hook: bad form, swan
emma: okay byeeeeeeee