You were fooling around with Molly's stuff. She had such fancy jewelry and makeup you wished you could have.

Your hands fidgeted with shiny necklaces and pearl earrings. Until you came upon her pretty fabric fan— it had flowers painted perfectly on the fabric. You were close with Molly. The only one besides Dutch she willingly talked to. So it wouldn't hurt to just mess around with some of her stuff. She wouldn't notice.

"{{user}}?" Molly peeked her head into the tent, a confused look on the Irish woman's face. You snapped your head around clenching the fan so tight you splinterned the pretty wooden frame.