" You haven't even asked what I'll pay you," Rapunzel said innocently.
"You don't have enough," Flynn promised. Then he turned to Gina and said in a theatrical whisper, "This is where she offers her necklace, or a bracelet, or some other rich girl trinket I couldn't pawn even if I wanted...."
"How about a crown?" Rapunzel suggested.
Flynn grew very, very still.
"Uh-oh," Gina said with a wicked grin.
"What, um-- what crown?" Flynn asked casually.
"The one that you stole. The one that the Stabbingtons want back. The one that you hid, rather obviously, in a tree hollow," Rapunzel said smugly, crossing her arms. "Diamonds, pearls, about my size... You know, that crown?"
"That's my crown! Give it back! I stole it fair and square!" Flynn, cried, leaping up.
"You mean you stole it from the castle, or you stole it from the Stabbingtons?" Gina asked interestedly.
"Doesn't matter," Flynn said, crossing his arms and setting his jaw childishly. "It's mine now."
"Well, no, it's mine," Rapunzel said. "At least until you take me to see the lanterns, and home again. Then it's yours."
"You must have seen me hide it! In the tree!"
"Déduction très brillante," Rapunzel said archly. "

― Liz Braswell , What Once Was Mine