Raven turns around, still blocking the food, she pecks Snow on the lips. "You have to be patient Snow." She goes back to cooking and continues to block the food.
Mia chuckles. Raven nods. "Yeah, come on." She picks up the picnic basket and holds her hand, leading her to the door.
Snow:-follows but sees her reflection and gapes as the scars have turned to ink black tattoos of the claw marks-