Rapunzel ducked her head instinctively, even if there were no imminent branches to hide from. Her fingers curl uncomfortably as he questioned her hair. In the end, explaining her life in the tower always came more easily than trying to explain her hair.

"My mother..." she began slowly. She still was quite sure how to make a convincing story. Lying was something she liked doing to anyone, let alone friends, so she tried to instead give partial truths.

"She didn't like to have my hair cut. She liked it long...so we just never cut it. It can be pretty helpful sometimes, actually!"