"Well, that won't do," Rapunzel says as she comes over with two steaming plates, smiling as he takes off his sweater and makes himself comfortable. "You need real food."

She sets one plate in front of him and playfully ruffles his hair with her free hand, then sets her own plate down around the corner from him, rather than across the table. Before sitting down, she brings Pascal a small cup of his own food, setting it on his little platform in the ficus. He squeaks happily and nuzzles against her fingers before digging in, and Rapunzel returns to the table to sit down in her chair, reaching for her glass of wine as she tosses her hair over one shoulder. "Okay, dinner is served for everyone."