No way. [ Rather than dwell on the state of the two of them (they're a fucking mess), Rapunzel scrambles to her feet and metaphorically brushes herself off, nodding for Pascal, still watching from the counter, to climb her arm with the keycards. ]
I'm... I'm wonderful, actually. Do you think you can make it up to the room?
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I'm... I'm wonderful, actually. Do you think you can make it up to the room?