Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
"I think I can. It'll be slow and clunky for writing my thoughts out in for a long time, though."
"Well, when you really want to go fast for the thinking part - write them out normal, copy the parts you want to save into code, destroy the rest before anybody gets a chance to look at it? You're a princess now, you can have all the paper you want."
"Okay, I have a plan. I wonder who I ask for paper. I guess I could ask a guard but I don't think those ones are supposed to be out of sight of me..."
Out of her room she goes, braid swaying. She asks a guard. She gets directions to the head of household's officey-place just off the kitchen.
She looks at them when they come in.
"Fancy that," she says. "A princess."
"Um. Yes. Hello. I'm - Claribel, but I go by Rapunzel, please."
"I need paper. Blank notebooks would be ideal but looseleaf is fine too. And pens and pencils."
"Well, you sure came to the right place," she says. She fishes around in the various drawers and cabinets of her enormous desk, and comes up with a pen, several pencils, and two canvas-bound blank notebooks. "Will that do for now?"
"That's one description of my job, yes. I run the palace staff and keep track of the domestic budget. I also happen to be head cook, but only because I can't seem to find a replacement who's better than I am."
"So you're also who I talk to if I want to cook something?"
"I'm pretty sure," Rolan comments as they head back toward Rapunzel's room, "that 'can't find a replacement who's better than I am' was a joke and she really likes cooking."