There are more than enough girls who are good at notes to go around.

[Judging by the small pile of unopened, disregarded love letters Robin keeps on his desk to test out the efficacy of various poisons and potions when applied to paper, it seems like he'd definitely have a good pool of options in the event she ever decided she wasn't joking anymore.

He glances over to see what she's trying to hand him, a distinctly unimpressed expression settling on his face when he sees her hand. He takes the thimble, though, frowning a little at the tight fit.]

...You really do keep the most boring shit under your bed, don't you.