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  In the last five minutes, Nott has wiggled her way into the rafters of the inn, crawled along the roof, and swung down to steal someone’s pretty jeweled knife from off their table ( with her feet, mind you! ). All without attracting attention. All because Fjord said bet you can’t. 

  Well, maybe he didn’t say it in so many words. But it was certainly implied, and she may not have anything to prove to him, but she had quite a lot to gain. The knife, for instance.

  It’s while she’s dropping back down on the other side of the inn that he says it. For once she finds herself eye-level with Fjord, as she hangs from the rafter with both hands, the knife between her teeth. Little? Her horrible little heart?! 

     Nott lets go with one hand and plucks the knife from her mouth, gesturing at him with it.   “Excuse the fuck outta you, I do not condone — !!”

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nott doesn’t keep most of the things that she does a secret. not because she likes to be open with others (she doesn’t) but more because she’s no good at keeping secrets. it’s a problem, she knows, and she’s conscious of it even though if she isn’t working that hard to remedy it (the mighty nein have, surprisingly, arrived at a stage of their friendship where not sharing does more harm then good).

nott knows she isn’t a particularly hard mystery to solve even if she isn’t an open book. every secret she’s ever kept either wasn’t hers or was kept out of necessity (even if the necessity was keeping her shame and other people’s judgment at bay). all that’s needed is a bit of curiosity, a bit of interest, a bit of kindness, to make nott spill all of her beans.

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  She has to make a solid effort and fix her eyes very hard on Fjord’s armor, when he starts to ask her what’s up, to keep herself from giving it all away. Out of the corner of her eye she can still see Jester — tongue out in concentration, tail flicking — as she paints a dick on Caleb, who is too deep in a text to notice. She would not interfere for anything. Alice tried to stifle a laugh, but apparently not so well. And the smile after the laugh hasn’t completely gone yet, when Fjord says that, and she actually looks at him.

  It’s kind of a strange look. Bemused. As if to say, what do you mean, of course you have. After a moment, she realizes it’s flattery. Another moment before she realizes it’s not, because he hasn’t. Ever seen her laugh.