"Well, if that's all you did, I'm sure they forgave you instantly," he assures, a fond smile on his face. "After all, you're Mary Margaret. I don't think that anyone could ever find cause to be mad at you for too long," he says, taking the glass and sipping at it. It tastes like nothing he's had before, which is wonderful -- but at the same time, depressing. He'd been somewhat hoping it would trigger a memory.