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[Rapunzel's voice comes across the journals, fairly cheerful but just as last time, there's hints of maturity and somberness mixed in.]

Tammy, I've got everything ready that I need to paint your room. Is there a good time that you'd like me to come?

[A pause.]

I extend the offer to anyone else, as well. I'm...pretty good at painting, so if anyone would like their room brightened up a bit, please -- let me know. I'd be more than happy to help. Just let me know what you'd like, and I will do the best I can to make sure that it's what you want.

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Absolutely certain.

[Tammy wasn't sure before but now she is DETERMINED to get her leg working well again. At least to the point where walking doesn't hurt anymore, if only to make sure Rapunzel doesn't look so sad whenever they're together.]

Come on, come in. I have some snacks stashed.

...A-alright.

[So long as Tammy is sure....Rapunzel is doubtful and not feeling so good, but...what else can be done?]

What did you bring?

Mostly stuff that wouldn't go bad, as well as some apples and oranges since they'll keep a little longer.

[Tammy pulls out a rough bowl--she hadn't managed a great carving but it held her snacks, anyway, lined with a bit of linen that might have been a shirt or just material she'd grabbed from the clothier. She sifts through, and there's some nuts and and crackers as well.]

Not a ton, or much variety, sorry. I wasn't sure about hoarding anything like jam in here.

Oh...that's a good idea. [Fruit spoiling is unpleasant. She does know at that much. It has happened before when she wasn't paying attention.]

It's all right. Thank you for bringing something, period. It...that was kind of you.

Oh, well, you know... [Tammy shrugs a bit here but smiles, putting the offerings down on the bed with a motion to indicate that Rapunzel should help herself.]

I like doing nice things for you.

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