And you know. That's actually a good point? About the chameleon? I'm used to understanding... myself. –And Pascal, of course! And my head. I feel like I've been in my own head for way too long. [ As if to punctuate his existence, Pascal nuzzles affectionately at Rapunzel's neck before scuttling down her leg like an Australian spider and seeking solace in the solid ground. ]

...Don't let me give you advice, okay? We're equals now. I don't want to do to you what everyone else does to me.