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Inside, Behati was seething. God, Lasher was so annoying! What did he know about being young, anyway? Wasn't he, like.. five or something? The words did not surface, but the feeling of them was evident in the way she shook her head and glared at her toes. "Nothing. Nothing happened," she grumbled. "We argued, is all. It's fine, I'll like.. go talk to him or something." She didn't want to recount the verbal exchange; the whole thing sounded so petty now that she'd had time to cool off. Nor did she want to tell Casmir's dad about the weiner show.. or reveal that his son had lunged at a fellow packmate. A pair of silver eye's sought Lasher's, but fastened on his knee instead. "I.. called him some names and then I maybe whacked him in the head, so we had a fight but nobody got hurt and it was my fault anyway and I'm sorry," she rambled, concluding the sort-of-lie with a hiccough. Tears were not far off.