"Now, why would I want to blow things up?" Rapunzel asks in a low, playful tone, humming softly as Keys' arm goes around her. The wine has made her relaxed and a little sleepy, so she doesn't think about it too much, and instead just allows herself to relax into the embrace, because it feels nice.

"Cute little animals are better than bombs," she insists as she rests her head back against his shoulder.