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Fox batted a paw and feigned bashfulness at Luke's comment. "Lovely" was probably the last word most would use to describe her. Her body was littered with scars, and she hadn't been particularly beautiful to begin with. Fox was more scrappy and tomboyish than "lovely" any day of the week. Still, the unwarranted compliment was appreciated, if only because Fox lived to be showered with nice words. Fox was a haughty creature, and that was something not likely to change.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" Fox replied when Peregrine said he'd dipped the rabbits in honey. "Have you even had honey, honey?" Fox's own father had given her some as a girl, and she would never forget the taste of it. Sickeningly sweet and sticky. So much so that it had clung to her paws for days afterward. Hell, she and Finley had even tried to track down some of the sweet stuff, but they'd been unsuccessful. Honey was one of those things you happened upon by wonderful chance, not something you went looking for.