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Fox's expression turned more somber as she listened. Apparently, Fitz was actually into this girl. Interesting. Now the spitfire definitely wanted to meet (and scrutinize!) the girl. It would be neat to see what kind of girl FitzDutiful was into. Would she be feisty like Fox or Finley? Or would she be more mellow and level-headed like Somnia? What kind of girls was FitzDutiful into, anyway? Fox had never heard him mention a crush ever before, so hearing that he wanted this girl to move in was pretty surprising. Maybe the girl had something that had caught his eye.

Fitz asked for some advice on being a warden, and Fox shrugged. “Chase out the baddies,” she replied, knowing full well that wasn't a terribly good answer. “Some of the job is just trying to decide what’s worth the effort. I'll only hunt somebody down and try and maul them if they've hurt somebody. Otherwise, it's just a matter of chasing them off. A lot of it is just a judgement call.” Fox paused to consider what other tips might be useful to Fitz. “You know how to fight?”