Maybe your power is that you're impervious to poison.
[The logic of a pathologically paranoid individual, but logic nonetheless. In a way, it makes sense, but is so contrived and specific it almost certainly isn't true.
Anyway, Nott stops for a moment to try and remember what happened before the spacecraft thing. Hm. Most of it was spent uproariously drunk. The thing that she remembers most is the attacking plants.
Oh well. She shrugs and decides to just go for it anyway, taking a spoonful. She really is very hungry, and she's no cook herself, so avoiding the big crowds means this is probably her best chance at a decent meal that doesn't involve stealing someone's pet.]
...It's very tasty poison. I've got it! Your power is... super cooking.
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[The logic of a pathologically paranoid individual, but logic nonetheless. In a way, it makes sense, but is so contrived and specific it almost certainly isn't true.
Anyway, Nott stops for a moment to try and remember what happened before the spacecraft thing. Hm. Most of it was spent uproariously drunk. The thing that she remembers most is the attacking plants.
Oh well. She shrugs and decides to just go for it anyway, taking a spoonful. She really is very hungry, and she's no cook herself, so avoiding the big crowds means this is probably her best chance at a decent meal that doesn't involve stealing someone's pet.]
...It's very tasty poison. I've got it! Your power is... super cooking.