" Moths, large and white and fluttering in a manner just a little too bat-like, came out of hiding to revel in this unexpected dismissal of day. So too did fireflies: Rapunzel squealed in delight when, like tiny candles, they twinkled in slow, unhurried loops around grass.
"Is this your mother's magic?" she shrieked, clawing at Gina's arm. " ARE THOSE FAIRIES ?"
"No, those are lightning bugs, Princess," Flynn said with a sigh. "In-sects. Whose butts glow."
"Right. I'm an idiot," Rapunzel said, trying to get one to land on her. "Because in real life, fairies aren't real but witches are."
"Touché," he said good-naturedly, with a bow.
Rapunzel felt her chest flutter. "

― Liz Braswell , What Once Was Mine