"Well, if I ever make you uncomfortable, please just tell me," Rapunzel says in a gentle request to not be snapped at again. Still, it's a minor upset that she's happy to let pass as long as they both learn something from it.

She takes the ketchup with a smile and squirts a small pile on the edge of her plate before picking up a knife and cutting her burger in half so she can handle it better. She has to laugh fondly at his response, and she looks up at him as she lays a paper napkin in her lap.

"It doesn't bother me. I wouldn't be here if it did," she assures him. Where she's from Peter would already be getting married off and working hard, and she'd be edging closer to being an old maid. He's old enough. "I like you, Peter."