"Where are you taking my weapon Eugene? I need that," Rapunzel told her fiance while following him into the castle's kitchen in the middle of the night.
"Ya' know Blondie, this 'weapon' was originally made for something else," Eugene recited as he slapped a half a stick of butter on Rapunzel's frying pan. He put the pan over an open flame emerging from the top of the oven.
Rapunzel watched in awe.
"That's a great idea. It'd work even better after heated over a fire!"
"I don't think you understand. Let's start from the beginning. This here," Eugene gestured to the pan resting on the stove, "is a frying pan."
Rapunzel crossed her arms and gave Eugene a I'm-not-in-kindergarten look.
"It was invented for, get this, frying food. Hence the word 'frying.'" Eugene grabbed two eggs from the large, silver refrigerator and cracked them open over the pan.
"Whoa. That's amazing! Next you're going to tell me that closets aren't for stashing unwanted, unconscious guests."
Eugene gave his fiance a worried look.
"Kidding!" Rapunzel giggled.
Eugene sighed with relief. He flipped the eggs over with a spatula.
Rapunzel sat anxiously on the counter watching the door knowing she didn't have an easy-access weapon in her hand.
"Blondie," Eugene couldn't break her focus from the door.
"Rapunzel," he placed his hands gently on her cheeks and turned her head toward him.
"You know you are safe here right? There are like a million guards at each entrance."
"You got in didn't you? When you stole the crown."
"Well...yes but..."
"And my moth...that woman got in when I was a baby."
"Rapunzel, I know that you're unsure about things right now because you found out that the last eighteen years of your life were a lie...not the greatest way to start a sentence...but you're safe here now. I don't want you to live in worry all the time. I won't let anything happen to you. And now that a dashing young man cut your hair, what could anyone possibly want from you now? That came out wrong..."
"Eugene, thank you." Rapunzel wrapped her arms around her fiance.
"You're right, I don't want to live in fear for the rest of my life because one person wronged me."
Eugene smiled. "Don't mention it. Hey, looks like the eggs are ready."
Eugene slid the eggs off of the pan and onto a plate.
"Shall we?"
"We shall," Rapunzel took two forks from the draw. She glanced at her frying pan but decided to keep it where it was. "Eugene, wait up!"