Burrich: boy. use your brain. i am begging you.
Fitz: bold of you to assume I have a brain
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The Fool: *sets up an elaborate plot where he pretends to be lord golden and Fitz pretends to be his servant, secretly hoping that on top of keeping them both safe, he’d get to spend more private time with Fitz.*
Fitz: *spends every hour of every day either sneaking around the castle, seeing to a million people’s needs, trying not to get killed, running errands in buckkeep town or teaching dutiful how to skill, barely seeing lord golden in passing.*
The Fool: oh.
I’ve only read two pages of their interaction but honestly i feel good saying that the healthiest relationship in this book, if not this entire series, is that of Nettle and her dad’s fursona.
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