[Bigby sat back in his seat and sighed, his fingers twitching as they reached for the pack of smokes in his chest pocket. He pulled them out and played with them, knowing that the coffee shop frowned on smoking. Most people did, especially inside, but he was so used to smoking with a cup of joe that he nearly lit up. It would have given him something to focus on other than her words.]

So, I suppose that means I should call you Snow again. What exactly do you remember? How different are you than... than the Snow that I'm used to?

[Even though Bigby knew there was a difference, that she wasn't the same Snow, that didn't change the fact that they were both Snow White and he was in love.... no, no, not that. He cared for them both just as strongly. Staying away from the 'l' word in the case of both women was far healthier.]