C'est de la tarte! Who: Pip and Rapunzel When: Thursday afternoon Where: Pip's apartment What: Pip and Rapunzel get acquainted over a piece of pie and share sorrows. Rating: Medium because while Pip swears in French and Rapunzel doesn't understand most of it, it's still swearing.
It had been a long while since he had entertained visitors, much less young ladies with rather unusual talents concerning their hair. While Pip wasn't nervous about the rendezvous, he didn't feel entirely himself. Despite the few people he had talked to and potential friend, he still felt out of place in New York and not in the way he was accustomed to. He missed his men, his brothers in arms; having spent nearly every second of his time with them, their presence hung heavy in the air and everything seemed too quiet. At least, Rapunzel seemed rather talkative and her chatter might ease the pressing silence.
Her pie sat on the table with two places set, a bottle of wine next to it. Glancing at himself briefly in the window, he went over to the door when it rang and opened it. "Salut." He grinned down at her and tried not too look to threatening for a six-foot two one-eyed man with an eyepatch. "Come in. Did you find the place all right?"