Flynn chuckled again at her enthusiasm. So adorable. Another reason he loved Zel: her sense of absolute optimism. It kept his natural pessimism in check, and even sometimes made him feel rather optimistic—something he’d never felt before meeting Zel. Before the day he stole the…
Flynn blinked at her question. Uh… He hadn’t actually planned this far. The only thing he’d planned was proposing… He kind of improvised the chamagne part.
“IIIIII…honestly have no idea.” Flynn replied with a nervous chuckle. “I improvised the champagne.” He admitted.
Rapunzel waited for a little, her eyebrows raising just a slight idea as she waited for a reply. She couldn’t hell but laugh as she heard his answer, but to be more polite, her laugh turned into a giggle. “It’s alright” she chuckled. “Well, then, let’s think about it. How do you want us to celebrate?” She smiled.
"Well, let’s see…" he started, tapping a finger against his chin. "We’re together, we’re warm, and there’s champagne… so we’ve got that covered." he stated, and thought a bit. His eyes lit up as an idea came to him. A light smile quirked his lips before he bowed to her.
"May I have this dance, mon cherie~?" He asked, looking up from his bowed position before straightening his posture and offering his hand.