"It's possible," Nate admitted. He was pretty sure that alcohol would help him feel a little more at home in the costume. Enough butterbeer, and Nate could feel at home anywhere. And if it didn't, well. That was what Fading was for, wasn't it?
Before that, though, it would help if he didn't accidentally glitter people. "Sorry, one second." He moved backwards down the hallway, making sure Ivarsson was out of range before he brushed himself off furiously, Banishing the cloud of sparkles that immediately drifted up. There; now at least he would be much less likely to shed.
"Jackobsen?" The name sounded familiar, but he was definitely glad for the description. Binns had never paid too much attention to the Scandinavian countries. "Sweet. She sounds pretty awesome." She really did. Fourteen years was nothing to be scoffed at. It would help if he remembered more than the barest details about the Rövarkvinner, but he could always go to the library to check it out later.