Belle enjoyed spending the day with her legs curled beneath her on the divan, watching Rumple closely as he explained the rules of a silly little board game to her and then led her on a series of games – some of which she's certain he lets her win – but finally she stretches and moves to rise, because the outside windows aren't going to clean themselves.

"Oh, look, it's a snow day!" Rumple suddenly announced, aborting her attempt to get from the sofa. "You'll have to do the windows another day, dearie."

Belle narrowed her eyes – it had been perfectly sunny five minutes ago – but who was she to argue?