“Nah, I’ll let this one slide,” she says with a laugh, pressing up onto her toes a bit when Peter’s arm goes around her waist. The girls a few lanes over are glancing at them every so often and Rapunzel realizes that she’s never really been on the other end of that sort of attention. She’s sighed wistfully over plenty of cute couples, and now she’s a part of one. It makes her feel fluttery, full of both nerves and excitement.

“For good luck,” she says, twisting up to drop a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before twirling away. Their hands stay clasped until they’re stretched between them and she has to let go, and she leans back against the score monitor as Peter goes to get his ball.