“Yes, like the story,” she admits with a wry smirk, and then wrinkles her nose. “That’s so weird, and I’m not sure I’ll ever understand it.”

They’re sitting close together and Rapunzel stays where she is, finally slipping out of the button down shirt and tossing it aside since it won’t stay up. She only had it on to cook in, anyway.

“Well, I had time to come up with lots of hobbies growing up, and I carried some over with me,” she tells him. “I make clothes, paint, draw. I write and sing songs sometimes. I love to bake, and make candles, and play chess. Pascal’s a good partner.”