[Her suspicion fades after the lack of a comment or joke afterwards. Well, more like changes. Not that she minds his (new-found) niceness, it's just... weird. For a split second, Nill feels awful because that implies that he isn't nice normally--he is, in his own way. This is just incredibly overt for him.
She steps back so she can sit perched on the edge of the bed, watching him go about his marshmallow roasting business, trying to figure out what all of this is about.]
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She steps back so she can sit perched on the edge of the bed, watching him go about his marshmallow roasting business, trying to figure out what all of this is about.]