“Well—“ Before she can even think of a new topic, the oven timer goes off and she startles a little, grabbing at the inside of Keys’ thigh as she sits up straight. “Oh, the chicken!”
Rapunzel hops up from the sofa and holds her hair out to keep from getting twisted in it as she runs into the kitchen. She feels a little flustered, maybe because that was the first time she’s been so close to a man since Peter, and she wasn’t really expecting it.
She takes the chicken out and prepares them each a plate— roasted chicken with veggies and wild rice— and calls out to Keys from the kitchen. “Can you bring the wine over to the table, please?”
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Date: 2023-01-26 06:57 pm (UTC)Rapunzel hops up from the sofa and holds her hair out to keep from getting twisted in it as she runs into the kitchen. She feels a little flustered, maybe because that was the first time she’s been so close to a man since Peter, and she wasn’t really expecting it.
She takes the chicken out and prepares them each a plate— roasted chicken with veggies and wild rice— and calls out to Keys from the kitchen. “Can you bring the wine over to the table, please?”