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After lunch, Rapunzel wants a little fresh air. She goes out the back door, trailing guards and Rolan into the walled garden (subject to the same border patrols as the rest of the grounds, quite safe). There are flowers and topiaries and little water features and -
"Oh! There are magic plants here!" she exclaims, approaching a section of mismatched flora edged with white stones. "I didn't realize there would be. I wonder where the gardener is, I wonder what they do?"
powershines
sundayfish
"Even princesses don't usually see things that - folktaleish in their lives. It's somewhat peculiar."
sundayfish
"Noticing that. Wondering what all kinds of peculiar you might be and whether I ought to worry about them."
hisowninvention
"True. But if I were particularly trying to hide anything from you, I think these conversations would be a lot shorter."
hisowninvention
He shrugs. "I could have hidden how I feel about Rapunzel, if I'd wanted to. I don't. I don't particularly want to hide anything."
hisowninvention
"She's sweet and funny and she has a hell of a mind. And she's just - herself. I don't think I can explain it any better than that."
hisowninvention
In that case - after waiting another moment to make sure - he smiles at both of them and goes off to see about borrowing that plant.
powershines
Rapunzel, meanwhile, is writing. She's obliging herself to do it entirely in cipher to get used to it. She might be losing some detail by going that slowly, but she's okay with that under the circumstances.
The moss does not have any affordances whatsoever for lying.
Omission, sure, if it's used that way, but not lying.
He really loves her.
She might really be - safe. Maybe she can really trust him as much as she wants to. Maybe nothing bad will happen.
She's not completely... settled about it, but she can't think of an intellectual reason not to be. She's just been burned in the worst way.
But Gothel would've made up an excuse not to use the moss. It wouldn't have been hard, even, the way Rapunzel recoiled from it. Would have been plausible to pretend the same alarm.
And he didn't. And he loves her.
The moss does not have any affordances whatsoever for lying.
Omission, sure, if it's used that way, but not lying.
He really loves her.
She might really be - safe. Maybe she can really trust him as much as she wants to. Maybe nothing bad will happen.
She's not completely... settled about it, but she can't think of an intellectual reason not to be. She's just been burned in the worst way.
But Gothel would've made up an excuse not to use the moss. It wouldn't have been hard, even, the way Rapunzel recoiled from it. Would have been plausible to pretend the same alarm.
And he didn't. And he loves her.
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