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Junior watched in silence as Osprey buried the bone, her eyes shifting to follow her aunt's every movement. She blinked when addressed with another question and opened her mouth to answer, automatically prepared to spew her negative opinion of her father's actions. Two things stopped her: this was her dad's sister, for one thing, and for another, Junior didn't want anyone else hating her for her opinions. She needed to put a filter on this shit from now on.

"I don't mind," she began to assure her relative that the question didn't bother her. "I don't agree with what my dad and Fox did, to keep it simple. They did more damage than they even know." Her lips pursed. "What about you? If you hoard when you're stressed, you must be really stressed out about all this," Junior remarked, glancing into Osprey Sr.'s cluttered den.