"I hardly knew her back home. It was mostly by reputation, really," Greta says, not wanting Demelza to think this is too tragic. It's certainly not on par with what happened to Sam, or anyone else who might be dealing with a friend or family member from a different point in time. It does make her a bit more anxious to get home, if only to tell her husband of her suspicions (though, if she's being entirely honest, it's also the thought of having a familial connection to royalty that captures her imagination), but there isn't much it can do to impact her life here. Not with a completely different Rapunzel in the city.

"Still strange, though," she allows, shaking her head. "To know, but not be able to do anything with it." And that's assuming her world's Rapunzel would even welcome a claim from a humble baker. She might just as easily want to leave the past where it belongs. Her husband might too, for that matter.

Greta gives Demelza a sympathetic smile. "Your husband's cousin, then?" she clarifies, to make sure she understands it. "A more tolerable member of the gentry, I take it?"