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Atticus's reaction tickled him and gave Peregrine a deep sense of satisfaction and joy that combated the doldrums that seemed to be lurking over his head like a little black cloud lately. It was boyishly charming, the way his brother seemed genuinely flabbergasted at the offer; he was sincerely unaware of how much he deserved this kind of recognition and how well he'd do given this opportunity.

"Thanks for stroking the old ego," Peregrine replied. "And I know you two are still in the 'making gooey eyes at each other but only when the other one isn't looking' stage... so, yeah, it's a preemptive offer but I mean it all the same. If and when the time comes, I want you to know it'll be there on the table. You can have the girl, the rank, the kids, all of it... the picture perfect life. You deserve it, you know." And Peregrine felt sure Atticus and Blue Willow wouldn't crash and burn the way he and Hawkeye had.

"In the meantime, I'd love you to be my Beta, brudda. Consider the rank officially yours, effective immediately." He paused. "Now go make make me a sandwich, bitch."