Because following you alone into a deep forest isn’t creepy when it’s Prince Charming.
If I can sneak around behind my wife, then what’s a little sneaking in private property?
I feel like I should honor our marriage, girl, so instead of hurting you with the truth, I’m just going to go behind your back.
My second choice was a nice little bistro, but that doesn’t rhyme with “troll bridge” does it?
Sorry Kathryn. There was no room for your character development in between all the intense close-ups of me and Mary Margaret.
I was afraid you’d make a scene, so…
Did you have fun sticking your head out the open window like Ajax?
Wait, it’s all coming back to me… but this doesn’t change how I feel about you, girl!
Also, there’s nowhere to get a room but Granny’s B&B. Awkward, girl…
I like mine black, like the color of the empty spot where my sense of shame should be.