“You were just so… lit up when you were talking about it.” Rapunzel explains, thumbing at the soft skin at the inside of his wrist. “At the time, I thought it was just the game you were so passionate about, but she seemed like a good guess.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted, like some of the pressure has been taken off of her, and she laughs at the question, cheeks pink as she shrugs.

“I have no idea,” she says with a giggle. “What so you want to do?”