[Rapunzel takes his hand in hers when he reaches for hers, her head leaning a little into his arm as she turns and looks at the flowers. They really did look different in the moonlight than when she generally saw them by day. It was still pretty, of course, but in a more subtle and muted way, she thought. It would be neat to try and paint them in this light later at some point, Rapunzel mused, following alongside Eugene as they walked.]
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