Everyone who has to in order to survive, I guess. We don't exactly have a choice.

And um, no, it's not leather. But trust me when I say you'll know it when you see it.

[O-oh dear. Mother always warned her about the mumbling. Rapunzel offers an apologetic smile, hems, and corrects herself.]

Yes, I did. Flynn was... something else. Someone I couldn't take at face value, someone genuine and warm beneath his cool guise of a persona.