"The..." Ami was, by practice, generally less expressive than the average brick. However, sometimes—very rarely—something managed to slide past a chink in the proverbial armor and elicit an actual, honest response. In this case, it was innocent, persistent curiosity. She let her eyes drift to the toilet paper, trying to assess some way for it to become a building material worth the effort of his thievery. A fort implied an outdoor location and Konoha had a decent rainfall each season.

"What fort?" She asked, unaware of the way her eyes were shining with interest.