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"Well," Fox replied, shifting her weight from one side to the other. "You're a little young for him." If Ashton was in love with her adolescent daughter that would be… odd. And a little bit lot bit creepy. "Not to say you’ll always be too young for him." Fox couldn't really get mad for the age difference. Past a certain point (see: sexual maturity), it was just meaningless numbers. Fox had courted males of all ages, provided they could give her children when she was old enough to do so. Peregrine had managed to lock her down, and he was two years her senior.

"As for when you know you’re in love…" she trailed off, "sometimes it’s hard to tell." It was unlike the advice she'd gotten—"you'll just know"—because it had taken her a long time to realize her own feelings for Peregrine. And even longer for her to admit them out loud, to him.