However much she decided to trust him, there was always going to be the voice in the back of her mind that questioned whether or not it was a good idea. It was small, quiet, and sounded distinctly like her mother. She was going to do her best to ignore it but the moment the man approached and opened his mouth to speak she heard the voice raise an immediate inquiry about the man.
He's older, Rapunzel. He doesn't look that old, but he is older. Don't all men, even the older ones, want nothing but to- she furrowed her brow, determined to ignore that thought. No, not all men were awful, controlling, frightening creatures with fangs! The crease of worry across her forehead smoothed and she held out the box of pies.
"Hello! Are you Geo- I'm sorry, GOB, right? I made these for you!" she chirped, and her smile slowly uncurled wider and wider.