eleven crowns

[brokemysmolder]

[accidental video]

[Flynn is pacing in his apartment, completely unaware that his device just flicked on.]

So. Rapunzel. You know that cursed dance thing tomorrow night? Do you think you might want to... no, no.

[He tries on his smarmy look.] Hey. How 'bout that dance tomorrow night?

[Nope. Not working for him.]How do you feel about costume

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[totallyinaband]

[Judgmental eyebrow]

Do you require assistance with anything?

[/cursed Stephen is cursed! Versailles servant for the weekend. :-D]

[brokemysmolder]

[Flynn jumps]

WHAT? No! No.

[totallyinaband]

I assume you are trying to figure out the best way to ask Madame Rapunzel to accompany you to the ball tomorrow night.

[/getting his Jeeves on. :-D]

[brokemysmolder]

[peers]

Stephen...is that you?

[totallyinaband]

[Skeptically raised eyebrow.]

Stephane Stile. I work at the palace.

I don't recall us meeting before.

[brokemysmolder]

Right. Curse.

So. Uh. Any suggestions?

[totallyinaband]

I would go with the first one, personally. Honesty always works best in situations like this.

[brokemysmolder]

Honesty. Right.

....are you sure?

[totallyinaband]

Fairly sure.