#chat:fred

[punzgothel]

continued from here for @frdzilla​

It hadn’t been Rapunzel’s intention to stay at Fred’s until midnight, but after the blog post had dropped, she just didn’t want to go back home yet. She also hadn’t intended to try a bit of Fred’s special brownies, which he told her would just make her feel a bit lighter and want more snacks later, and it was at midnight that that time had come. Rapunzel did feel like the weight of the blog post was off her shoulders and like raiding Fred’s pantry was the only thing that currently mattered.

“We could bake,” she suggested, her eyes growing wide. “I mean, I know we did earlier, but I’m feeling like having more brownies, just not your special kind. You know, just plain, regular brownies.” It sounded like the most ingenious idea she’d ever had, and she began opening cabinets to try and find some mix. “Do you have a box of mix lying around anywhere? I always do at home, if anything, but I think Cass is home right now, and I haven’t talked to her in about forty-eight hours. That’s a long time for people who live together to not speak.”

[punzgothel]

closed starter for @trapkingfreddie​

When Rapunzel ran away from home, she’d decided that she didn’t want anyone but Flynn to know about her mother. Her promise to herself was soon broken after moving in with Cassandra, and she’d found comfort in telling Ella, who had also run away from home. As much as Flynn and Cass sought to protect her, Rapunzel never wanted to worry them with having to keep tabs on her mother, especially when they were already doing so much for her by letting her live with them. 

It was then that Fred Jones joined the short list of people who knew the truth. Rapunzel had heard about a group of people keen to solving mysteries, and she’d reached out to their leader, hoping for some investigative help. The two now met once a week or so, mostly for Fred to report on any of his findings and the like. Sliding her tray of cookies out of the oven (her payment, since Fred insisted on nothing monetary), Rapunzel saw her phone glow with the notification that he’d arrived. “You’re early!” she exclaimed as she opened the door, shuffling Fred in quickly with a smile. “I have chocolate chip, and some have peanut butter chips, too. I wasn’t sure if you’re a peanut butter kind of guy, so I figured I’d have both ready,” Rapunzel explained as she took her usual seat at the kitchen table as she waited for the cookies to cool.