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A cinnamon roll? Oh! Oh yes, I can certainly make those! Would you like the kind dripping with frosting or without? I'm rather partial to the kind without but we sell both at the bakery and the ones with frosting are much more popular. It would be my pleasure to make you some. [Because making one cinnamon roll is practically a waste.]

Thank you, as for the cave, well... I hadn't known at the time I could pick just any house I would like. Thankfully, the cave was large enough for both of us. At least the nights were warm cuddled up against him. [Because, of course, Snow White would be allowed to cuddle close with a bear and come out of it unharmed.]

I'm of the same belief that there can never be too much kindness, but apparently, there is a phrase, though I don't much care for it that's 'killing them with kindness' have you heard it? Do you know what it might mean?

Without! Too much frosting and all you taste is the frosting. I like the bite of cinnamon, the scent of the yeast, the warmth of the roll in general. And just because something's popular, it doesn't mean it's the only way to go. [she says warmly. because isn't she embarking on a path she'd never have imagined before coming here?

and okay, time to rip at Rose's heartstrings] I'm sure you made a lovely home of the cave until you found out what was possible. And that your bear friend stayed your friend. There seems like there would be no better guardian than a bear. [but in god's name, why didn't someone tell her? help her? and she's including the days with the stepmother]

Hmm. I suppose that's when someone uses false kindness as a weapon. True kindness is good for its own sake, but false kindness always means that someone has an agenda behind being kind. Mother used to behave that way before Father died. She wanted to be well-liked and that was the easiest path to being so. It didn't stop her from being catty, but that cattiness was shrouded in a veil of false kindness.

My goodness, Rose! You should be a poet! That was beautiful! Now I just hope my cinnamon rolls live up to such high expectations. [They will, partially because Snow is as good as a cook as she is with animals.]

Oh, he does! You met him when you came over when I couldn't move all that much. But I much prefer my home now, that is true. I get to decorate it and keep it the way I would like! I've never had anything like that before. Stepmother had a very grand and austere taste in decoration, very French taste, I recall one of the merchants said. Everything is big and glittering. And the dwarfs loved to show off their craftsmanship, everything ornately carved by their hands. Of course, if I could create such beautiful things as they could, I would show off my carving and whittling skills as well!

Oh, I see. I don't know how I feel about someone using false kindness... I suppose I rather someone be overtly rude or outright in disliking me. [Open hostility is easier to understand than veiled hostility.]

[she smiles warmly] Thank you, I've never really tried poetry before? But, you think I might be good at it? And I'm certain they will. [she'd figure nothing less. she's never met someone so good at things. and so good in general]>

He was a very handsome bear. And I find it something of a relief to be able to do the same. I missed color while--[on the Titanic]--back home. A great deal of mahogany walls with gilt and even more flocked wallpaper in red of all things. Mother had a very grand and ornate taste. Far too ornate. But she, too, did like big and glittering. [conspiratorially] Frankly, I thought it was hideous. [back to normal] And, yes, if one has a gift for such talents, so much the better to display them when one can. But, they didn't teach you how to do it?

As would I. At least outright rudeness or dislike is honest. False kindness is just plain rude with a friendly face.

Well, you will never know if you don't try, don't you agree? If it's something you would like to try, I think you should! Not because I say you should, of course, but because you wish to.

Stepmother had a brand new throne made just for her after father's death. It was a giant peacock with the eyes being jewels and the very tips being completely made of gold while the body of the peacock was all white. I had to clean it often enough that I knew it by heart.

There are so very many things I want to try. I want to try painting, I want to try riding a horse like a cowboy, I want to ride roller coasters, and sing and dance and do all of the things thought unfitting for a lady of my status and breeding. Breeding. As though I was a particular show dog! And I want to try poetry.

Ugh! There's an old saying where I'm from: money can't buy good taste. It seems as though your awful stepmother never had that explained to her, otherwise she'd have gone for something more...understated? And it must have been very troublesome, cleaning such a large monument to your stepmother's vanity.

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