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Fox squinted her eyes at Grimm, then pulled her lips back in a wide grin. “You’re jealous.” Grimm wouldn't be having children this year (no, sir), and this was her defense mechanism. Perhaps another insult would have ruffled the fox's feathers, but looking like an "inflated ball-sack with legs," was something she was about to be quite proud of. It meant she was a mother, a leader, and most importantly, that she had finally made it.

“And I’ll have you know that his parts are none of your business. But if they were, you'd know that they work just fine. He has two other children already,” Fox added smugly.