[ Succeeding is permission enough to express her own delight. Rapunzel whoops and cheers and springs up and down on her heels with her hair like a gold carpet flying out behind her. Now that they've accomplished this, everything else seems possible. ]
Oh, I think can jump.
[ Grinning, she whips out a rope of hair and tosses it, the ends curling around a beam high above them. Then she jumps, tugging on the other end of the hair, which at some point became a pulley, and goes flying. Ignoring the stack of newspapers all together, save for a few that get stuck to her sticky feet ew. ]
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Oh, I think can jump.
[ Grinning, she whips out a rope of hair and tosses it, the ends curling around a beam high above them. Then she jumps, tugging on the other end of the hair, which at some point became a pulley, and goes flying. Ignoring the stack of newspapers all together, save for a few that get stuck to her sticky feet ew. ]