Okay, weirdos. Is she the only one here with any chill??

Ruby looks back and forth between the two of them a couple of times, confusion clearly written on her face, before slowly offering, "Emma, this is Daryl. Daryl, Emma. I'd offer you a cookie, but I'd have to run and get one now." There is a pointed glance at the poor, broken gingerbread man on the ground, followed by a questioning eyebrow raise in Emma's direction.