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"What's the worst that can happen?" Nomi says.

"Someone kills you?" you offer.

"When has that ever happened?" Nomi says.

Left to work through Nomi's questionable logic, you almost forget to follow as they head up the stairs to an unlocked rear entrance.

"I'll go freshen up in the bathroom," Nomi says. "Why don't you explore the estate a bit?" They glance from one bathroom to another, then shrug and pick the closest one. You pad down the carpeted hallway of the grand but slightly shabby hotel and glance through a porthole window to the main ballroom. The problem that Nomi has ignored in their enthusiasm is immediately obvious to you: though Northampton is a casual town, this is still a wedding, calling for a certain level of formality, and you're dressed like you're following Conan the Barbarian through the Pictish Wilderness. And Nomi looks like some kind of time traveler. A hot time traveler, but that's beside the point: they won't fit in.

I need to be resourceful. I look around for anything we can wear.

"Hey Nomi?" I knock on the door. "I don't think this is gonna work."

Can I…just hypothetically speaking…clobber someone, tie them up, and take what they're wearing?

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