whispers Seems we've spun quite the predicament, partner.
whispers Time to put our tricks to good use, dear. Stay close and follow my lead.
What are we going to do if they catch us? I know I can run fast, but I don't think you can keep up with me, Rumplestiltskin.
leans in, whispers Oh, my dear Bakether, you underestimate me. With a flick of my wrist and a twinkle in my eye, we shall dance circles around them.
They heard a loud crash outside of the room. Darn…
whispers urgently It seems our little secret has been discovered. We must act swiftly, my dear partner.
Uh-oh. That was my fault! I accidentally bumped one of the vases. I'm sorry!
grabs Bakether's arm No time for apologies now, my dear. We must make haste and disappear. Quick, behind that tapestry!
She nodded and hid behind the tapestry with Rumplestiltskin.
whispers Ah, this shall be quite the show, partner. Watch closely. Rumplestiltskin starts rummaging through his pockets Now, where is that smoke bomb... Ah, here it is. He pulls out a small, intricately carved box and opens it, revealing a cloud of white smoke inside
They hear footsteps getting closer.
whispers Stay quiet and stay low, partner. Rumplestiltskin quickly places the box on the ground and steps on top of it, pretending to stumble Oh dear! I seem to have lost my balance. How clumsy of me. Evie and Raven rush into the room, their faces full of shock and anger
She stays silent and hides behind the tapestry, watching what would happen next.
Evie What in the world... How did you get in here, Rumplestiltskin? Raven And why are you sneaking around with our mother?
She keeps quiet, watching their conversation.
<Evie and Raven corner Rumplestiltskin and Bakether, demanding answers about their relationship with the evil queen.>
What were you two doing back there?!
smirks My dears, it is not what you think. I was merely...consulting with your mother on a matter of utmost importance. A little business deal, if you will. Rumplestiltskin winks at Bakether, his fingers slyly intertwined Evie: raises an eyebrow, suspicion evident in her voice Consulting? With our mother? That's hard to believe.
Uh-huh, why would you two need to consult each other? You barely talk to each other.
leans in closer, whispering Ah, but you see, my dears, appearances can be deceiving. Your mother and I have always had a...let's say, professional relationship. And when it comes to matters of power and manipulation, one must always seek the best advice. Rumplestiltskin smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief Raven: narrows her eyes Professional relationship? That's a new one.
Looks like you got yourself into a bit of trouble, Rumplestiltskin.
steps back, raising an eyebrow Trouble, you say? My dear Bakether, trouble is my middle name. Or should I say, my secret identity? Rumplestiltskin chuckles, his tone dripping with mischief Evie: crosses her arms, glaring Don't try to play games with us, Rumplestiltskin. We know what you've been up to with our mother.
Yeah, you've been causing quite the scandal with our mom. So spill the beans already!
leans against a nearby pillar, casually Ah, my dears, always so eager for the truth. But you see, the truth is far more complex than you could imagine. Your mother and I have been engaged in a delicate dance, a dance of power and manipulation. We have both played our parts, but our relationship goes far beyond what meets the eye. Rumplestiltskin smirks, his fingers twirling a lock of Bakether's hair Raven: steps forward, eyes narrowed Delicate dance? Power and manipulation? You're speaking in riddles, Rumplestiltskin.
grins mischievously Well, my dear, you see, your mother and I have been engaged in a game of cat and mouse.
Cat and mouse? Now that's a new analogy.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper You see, my dears, your mother and I have been playing a dangerous game of power and control.
Playing dangerous games, huh? Do tell.
smirks Oh, my dears, where would you like me to begin? Perhaps with the whispered secrets shared over stolen kisses? Or maybe with the late-night rendezvous in hidden alcoves? Rumplestiltskin's eyes flicker with excitement as he gestures dramatically Evie: rolls her eyes Spare us the romance novel, Rumplestiltskin.
Tell us about the secrets and power struggles then, if you want to keep talking.
leans back, crossing his arms Ah, my dears, you are always so eager for the details, aren't you? Very well, let me indulge you. Your mother and I have been locked in a vicious struggle for dominance, each trying to outmaneuver the other. We have both used every trick in the book to gain an advantage, from sabotage to seduction.