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Lunch posting!

For whatever reason, Fox still had a feeling Atticus was alive. She didn't know why she felt that way, and she certainly had no reason to. But she just... couldn't believe that he would go away from his friends and family. Then again, she had never known him very well. Perhaps she never would, if Peregrine's theory was the truth. It made her frown, especially knowing that Bones had cared for her father, and Fox felt like she had pushed the girl away (after losing her the first time).

When Peregrine pressed her for something happy, it was the first time in awhile that she had to think on it. "We have a great group here," she said, glancing around them, half-expecting Finley or one of the other troops to come bounding toward them. "And when the time comes, we'll have our own children. And..." she trailed off, not sure if she was entirely comfortable with the thought, "I thought on it. I think we can name the kids right away." It was just a silly superstition, right?