A watched pot never boils, Emma knows, although admittedly she
only cooks once every few weeks, throwing pasta together when
she can't face another night of eating out. No, a watched pot
feels like it will never come to the boil, and a watched door
will not produce the one person she's both dying to see and
dreading the arrival of.  Henry keeps catching her eye, now and
every other time they both look back at the room filled with
people in a botched attempt at pretending neither of them were
staring at the white double doors that form the entrance to
Storybrooke's Great Hall.  Paige takes pity on Henry first,
dragging him into the throng of people on the dancefloor. Emma
knows about the diamond ring tucked into the corner of Henry's
sock drawer, but they don't talk about these things now he's
home from college on something like a permanent basis. They're
closer to roommates now that he's been out in the real world,
and it's peaceful in its own way. Emma likes not being the only
one to buy beer for the fridge