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“Whatever you say, Princess,” She replies. She crawls over hesitantly, settling down on the blanket at the far edge, not wanting to encroach on Lottie’s space. Lottie, however, beats her to it– she scoots over a little bit, their knees nearly knocking together. “I wasn’t sure if Her Highness wanted a measly peasant on her fine-threaded blanket.”
“I practice philanthropy,” Lottie shrugs, but the furrow of her brow, the careful, confused smile betrays her. “What’s with the… princess?”
If Nat didn’t know better, she’d think she was blushing.
“Cause you’re, like, a Disney Princess,” She says, raising an eyebrow. Lottie only looks more confused. Nat lets out an exasperated breath, more fond than annoyed, “Dude, you sit in nature, for one. Second, you go out into the forest and sing to the animals–”
“–I never said I sang–”
“–That’s called making an inference, Princess,” Nat stares at her, and Lottie stares at her too, and Nat stares back. Neither of them back down.
Lottie, too, raises an eyebrow, “Where I come from, they call that jumping to conclusions.”
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or, The slow progression of Lottie and Nat's relationship from Middle School to Senior Year