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"no, ma'am." the beauty's eyes glinted icy and interested. bridget seemed to take the same sort of interest in her, and so she sauntered forward. "this tongue's always been in me 'ead." she waggled its tip at the red-masked wolf and then laughed her raucous chuckling.
"what's this place then, bridget?" maggie asked, lifting her head to twinkle at one detail or another. "oi don't think oi've ever clapped eyes on such a sight in me life."