"You got it, Rapunzel. George is my dad, I go by GOB." He looked down at the box of baked things and his smile spread. Oh, she really WAS taking about baking cherry pies. Well, that was good too. "That looks awesome," he said honestly. "No one in my family can cook worth a damn. Well, except my dad did invent a machine that made cornballs, but it was banned for sale in the US." He took the pies from her and then held out his arm. He could be chivalrous with great effort. "So, shall we go then m'lady?" he asked in an exaggerated voice, winking at her. He wasn't really sure how to play this, but he figured princesses locked in towers probably liked you being polite.
"We should probably take a cab to the docks, it's pretty far. I took the liberty of calling ahead." He looked at her expectantly. "If that's cool or whatever."