Flynn shot a brief glare at the Hatter for the "plain" comment, then watched Pascal sip his tea. Interesting stuff, chameleons drinking tea. "No, no, it's fine Rapunzel, I'd rather have my tea bitter." He wasn't going to say out loud he was scared of what crazy thing the Hatter would come up with if Flynn said he wanted a little sugar. The guy was clearly of his rocker, and there wasn't going to be any way he could be sure that the man shared the same definition of the word as the rest of the world.

"Do you really have to put it like that, Rapunzel?" He cringed at the memory of getting knocked out by that frying pan multiple times, and at the memory of her doing it to him again when they got here. He was seriously considering taking away Rapunzel's frying pan privileges. She was abusing them.