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He gives their first date a lot of thought. He talks to people. He does research. Finally, he manages to settle on a little Italian place that's got great ratings and reviews, that's fancy without being overbearing. He wants to give Rapunzel a chance to dress up, if she wants to. He doesn't have a suit made by her, yet, but he goes shopping again and finds a dark suit and shirt combo that he thinks works.

He's inexplicably nervous as he climbs the stairs to her apartment and knocks. In his hands, there's a bouquet of flowers, carefully chosen -- he'd gone with wildflowers in pinks and purples, flashes of yellow. They'd seemed more fitting for her than something more formal.

God, he wants this to go well.

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"Yes, your highness," he says, fondly, shrugging out of his coat and his suit jacket too, leaving him in shirtsleeves and dress pants. Once he's handed over his coat, he bends to unlace his shoes, too. From the look of it, Rapunzel intends for him to make himself comfortable. And he does owe her that dance.

"Hey, Pascal," he says, waving in the chameleon's direction.

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"At ease," Rapunzel jokes, smiling at him as she goes over to hang up his coat, listening as Keys greets Pascal and earns himself a few more points in her book. Pascal lifts his head from the cake and squeaks his own hello, nodding at him before shoving his face back into the frosting.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asks as she slips out of her cardigan and tosses it over the back of a chair, nose wrinkling as she reaches up to tug at the tight braid on top of her head, trying to loosen it a little. "I can open a bottle of wine."

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"Wine would be great. Thanks." He's not entirely sure that he should be drinking more, not if he's going to behave here, but he also doesn't want the evening to end. He rolls his sleeves up and walks after her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and tugging her back against him. "I'm having a great time, by the way."