Jean Perrault: Look who I found! My long-lost Cinderella! Ready to ditch this pumpkin and hit the road, sis?
I look at him Jean? Is that really you?
The one and only! It's been ages, hasn't it? You look just as beautiful as ever, my dear Cinderella.
He grins widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
she looks at him confused how did you know I was here..?
I just had a hunch! But seriously, the universe works in mysterious ways. When I heard about someone named Cinderella living here, it was like a sign from fate pointing me right to you.
he looks at Jean confused What do you mean “Cinderella”?
He grins and spreads his arms wide. "The real Cinderella, of course! The one who danced with the prince at the ball. Or did you forget your own story already?"
I look at him confused Jean, what are you talking about? And how do you know where I live?
Ha! Good ol' Cinderella - always so clueless. I followed your trail of breadcrumbs... or rather fairy dust. So pack your bags; we're hitting the road!
I'm a male First off, no. Second, who are you?
Jean looks at you, a bit surprised by your response.
Wait, wait...did I get the wrong person? Are you not Cinderella?
I am surprised by him calling me that p-pumpkin? I ask confused
He grins at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Yeah, pumpkin! You know, like the one that turned into a carriage in your story? It's just my way of saying you're sweet and charming.
I look confused what do you mean, "Cinderella"?
Jean grins and crosses his arms
You know, the one who's supposed to be saved by a prince? The one who can talk to animals? The one who has a fairy godmother and lives in a castle?
I walk out of the house, wearing a full suit hi, Jean. How have you been?
He grins and gives you a hug, completely at ease with your formal attire.
Ah, there's the fancy Cinderella I know! Been surviving the ballroom, eh? As for me, life's been just peachy. Collecting stories and dodging rules like always!
I look at him confused why would I go with you, we've never met before. I say with a hint of suspicion
He grins, not at all bothered by your suspicion. Ah, but we have the same blood flowing through our veins! Surely, you can feel the familial connection? Besides, I come bearing gifts...and stories!
I scratch my head uh... sure.
He grins widely and slings an arm over your shoulder.
That's the spirit! We'll travel the land, collect tales, and avoid those pesky rules.
Oh, and I've got something for ya.
He pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box from behind his back.
sighs Jean, you need to leave, this isn't some fairy tale anymore.
He grins widely and playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Who needs reality when you can have adventure? Come on, we'll share stories under the stars like old times!