‘ i mean, you just - ’ he motions how his hands would be when grinding leaves, ‘ and then, ’ drops the pretend leaves into the cupped palm of one hand. Not quite a family secret, he’s often shown visitors of the blooming grove how he makes tea the habitual aspects proved calming to an extent. she tightens her arms around him, not for balance but to avoid any escapes from her reckoning, says, ‘ next time, i’ll let you die !! ’ and slams her head forward to headbutt him with her thick skull. she gasps, again, angrier now at the mocking, instead of just surprised. Her gasp is way too dramatic but entirely sincere when fjord blows the button to the floor, perfectly fine, amused at her attempts and desperation, her care for him. she’s not sure what she’s doing wrong, can’t figure out why he hasn’t come to yet, can’t think of anything else to do, and oh gods, when… Nott’s skinny, bony arms don’t carry much strength in them, her tiny form not exactly ideal for brute work, but her burning determination and her sense of responsibility for her friend more then makes up for it.

He lets her get a few panicked pushes in - fjord may actually bruise a little from the force she uses, and he’ll never let her live it down - before gasping, lolling his head ( and most of his body weight ) back onto her dramatically, and opening his mouth wide to show the button securely on his tongue. luckily, the choked sort of muffled noise that does escape adds well to the charade, her skinny goblin arms braced around his middle with desperation. her cry of panic? it rings sweet in his ears with victory. ITS HARD TO KEEP LAUGHTER FROM BETRAYING HIS PRANK as satisfaction dawns terror on nott’s face.

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