Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Oh. Oh. Of course. Rosalie knew she should have known that. Wasn't it the basis of hundreds of stories? The princess kissed the frog and then he turned back into a man and they lived happily-ever-after. She quickly waved him into the sink as she considered it.
She had said that she would help him. Promised, really. And a kiss wasn't such a big deal. Rosalie was fairly indiscriminate about who she kissed among humans. She lifted her chin slightly. If this was how his spell would be broken, then she would do it. "Finish your swim," she told him (because he might as well be clean), "and then we can give it a try."