Crackplot!

[hniit]

Nita is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the main room, with her book open in front of her, deep in concentration

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[topofadmiration]

[Miranda is reading, mouthing the words softly under her breath, as is her habit. Since she was never aware of speaking anything else, she does not notice when she shifts to Italian in the middle of a sentence.]

[fair_hero]

"O, ay--" laughing, still shy.

[topofadmiration]

She smiles. "Thou shouldst tell him. He shall be pleased."

[fair_hero]

"I shall! Thou hast assured me."

[topofadmiration]

She beams.

[fair_hero]

"What should I call her, an she be a girl?"

[topofadmiration]

"O, I know not!"

[fair_hero]

"No, no, say!"

[topofadmiration]

"Nay, nay, in truth I do not know!"

[fair_hero]

"An thou hadst a girl child, what would thou call her?"

[topofadmiration]

"Truly, I did not think of't."

[fair_hero]

"O, think now!"

[topofadmiration]

She laughs. "Thou canst think of none?"

[fair_hero]

"I would have thy thoughts," happily.

[topofadmiration]

"But I have none!"

[fair_hero]

"O, none at all?"