[ The joking does help a little. Rapunzel sets the chair down, be remains behind it. Pascal, meanwhile, makes his way down to the floor where he skitters closer to Dick. He eyes the boy, inspecting him from head to toe. ]
There's no tonics. [ Rapunzel holds on to some of her hair, playing with it nervously. ]
The secret I mentioned...you have to promise not the freak out either.
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There's no tonics. [ Rapunzel holds on to some of her hair, playing with it nervously. ]
The secret I mentioned...you have to promise not the freak out either.