#turkey queue

Presently, Tex was in the kitchen, having left Rapunzel in their room after an hour or two of on and off 'activities'. It may be 1 in the morning, but they were hungry.

"I want to get out of Corona."

Tex looked up from the beans he had been stirring in the pan, twisted his head round and saw Rapunzel leaning in the doorway, wearing one of his dark blue button up shirts that was far too big for her and hung halfway down to her knees. He tried to ignore how cute she looked in his shirt (and with messy hair) and raised a questioning brow at his fiancé, then went back to stirring beans. "Hmm? Why's that?"

Rapunzel watched him, almost giggling at the fact that he was making breakfast in nothing but boxers at 1 AM. She clutched a book to her chest.

"Those books you got me... I was reading one of the Geography ones earlier today."

It had been a surprise present. A set of books about places, about things, about how stuff worked - about the world. The set had been handed to her gruffly with nothing but the words "because you haven't been able to see much of the world. Figured you'd like to know about it," before she'd jumped at him, hugging him and kissing him and thanking him over and over again. Turns out, she liked surprise presents.

"... and it got me thinking. I haven't really been anywhere! I mean, I go places on conferences but they're never really very far away and most of them look like Corona. But look!" she exclaimed, holding up the book to display a tropical-looking location.

The ex-con did as he was told, switching the heat off because the beans were done. Then he turned back to look at her. "Yeah, that's Bora Bora," he nodded. This was good, actually. He'd love to go on holiday with her, he really would. And she was the princess - if she wanted a week or two away, she totally deserved it.

"And look at this one!" Rapunzel was getting more and more excited by the minute, and turned the page to display the Great Barrier Reef. Ever since she'd recieved those books from him, the spirit, the wanderlust, had returned to her. Finally, after being home for a good few years, she was ready for adventure again. He took a few steps towards her and nodded.

"Australia, huh?"

"Anywhere. I want to go places. I know I'm the princess and I have responsibilities, but I-"

Tex silenced her with a kiss, and once it was done, he gathered her into his arms.

"We can go if you want to go. You've caught up on the education you missed while you were in that damn tower. Now you get to catch up on the life you missed," he told her firmly, feeling her arms snake around his bare waist. He'd alway wanted her to be able to travel, to be able to experience things, but her studies had gotten in the way. But he knew she deserved to live, to experience. Not to mention he was putty in her hands and would give her basically anything she wanted. But he wanted it too. He wanted her to be happy and he wanted to go on holiday with her.

So he let go of her, turning back to poach some eggs. She followed, arms wrapping around him from behind as she leant her forehead on his shoulder. "Tex... thank you."

He cleared his throat. "Well, this is getting maudlin," he muttered gruffly. "Whaddya say we eat this, get some sleep and then plan the holiday?"

For once, Flynn didn't start the Wildcats chant. Someone else took the liberty to while Tex and Flynn argued with each other.

"Hey, no, glitter wasn't part d the deal."

"Just telling it like it is," shrugged Flynn as they made their way to the changing rooms. "But that's not the point. The point is, you're not a singer, Tex!"

That wasn't fair. Tex glared. "What if I wanted to be?!" he demanded, throwing his arms out to the side. Other members of the team were glancing over questioningly.

"Well you don't, not really. This new kid has messed with your brain."

"Kid?"

Flynn backtracked - that was uncalled for, even he knew that. "Alright then, that girl." They'd reached the changing rooms, but Texas grabbed his friend's arm, tugging him to a stop.

"'That girl' has a name. Look, Rapunzel is the opposite of a problem, okay? She just makes me feel-"

"-Like singing and dancing, yeah I get it." This really angered Tex. He pushed Flynn in the chest with both hands, glaring. "Like I'm more than just 'the basketball captain'," he snapped. That said, he turned on his heel and stormed away to his locker, leaving Flynn stood staring after him.

Texas changed quickly and left without Flynn, which was unheard of. He basically jogged all the way to the art room, where Rapunzel was bound to be, and smiled when he saw her there, brush to canvas as usual, quite content to be the only one there.

Leaning against the door frame, arms folded loosely across his chest, Tex spoke. "So, Van Gogh, how would you feel if I told you I'm in?" he asked playfully.

The blond jumped a little as he spoke so suddenly, and she turned around in her chair to beam at him. He approached.

"In for what?"

"'In for what'? The musical, what else?" he exclaimed. He perched on one of the tables, watching her eyes light up.

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"Would I lie to you?"

Rapunzel pretended to deliberate this and Tex smirked, biting back a laugh.