"Oh." She isn't expecting that, and it makes her cheeks go pink as she reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Thank you. And trust me, you have great hair."

She actually has to resist the urge to reach up and sink her fingers into it, and does so by combing her fingers through her own hair as she watches him take off his boots and set them by the door.

"I want people to be comfortable here," Rapunzel assures him, because she enjoys having company. She's spent years transforming this apartment into a warm and welcoming space, as evidenced by the paintings all over the walls and ceiling. It's a lot like her tower back home, with whimsical scenes all over the place. She could have moved somewhere else by now, but she likes her little apartment near the beach. This is where she lived with Peter, and there are so many good memories here. She doesn't want to give them up.

Pascal interrupts her thoughts by letting out a demanding squeak from his perch on the back of the sofa, and Rapunzel giggles before linking her hands behind her back and looking at Keys as she jerks her chin toward the chameleon, urging Keys to greet him.