[Well, Cassandra's here. Along with a plate of the same grilled sandwiches she made in the first meeting. They're pretty good! She's probably getting the hang of using the modern stove.
She plops herself down, cross-legged, on one of the mattresses. Her snowgie trudges up to her and shimmies his way into her lap. No stopping him. He's determined, like his mom.]
...So.
[Sleepover! Okay! Rapunzel has done these. For once, it's not her first rodeo.]
Who wants to play Truth or Dare?
[And later still, once the game's settled, Cassandra's moved away from the main area of the sleepover to sit back against a wall and thoughtfully sip her hot cocoa.]
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She plops herself down, cross-legged, on one of the mattresses. Her snowgie trudges up to her and shimmies his way into her lap. No stopping him. He's determined, like his mom.]
...So.
[Sleepover! Okay! Rapunzel has done these. For once, it's not her first rodeo.]
Who wants to play Truth or Dare?
[And later still, once the game's settled, Cassandra's moved away from the main area of the sleepover to sit back against a wall and thoughtfully sip her hot cocoa.]