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Grimm's rear bounced back up. "Yep!" she agreed enthusiastically, pirouetting to face in the same direction as Elwood and reversing carefully into position next to him. "I've gone back and forth here for quite a while in case something was hiding in the grass - you know, like one of those bastard cats. Do you get those here? They are sooo not cool," she babbled, punctuating with dramatic gesturing and eye-rolls.