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Grimm stared at Elwood's stupid, good-natured face. She had been here all of five minutes and had already gleaned from second-hand information that Finwood was written in the stars. Peregrine - blessed be, amen - didn't seem like the gossip-mongering sort, and it all made sense, didn't it? "You are such a guy," Grimm snort-laughed, overwhelmed by the whole thing and turning to humour in defence. "And so is Finley! How long have you Beta-biz-ed together? Months now?" A second burst of shrill laughter left her, and with a rueful grin to go with her sad eyes, Grimm turned around to leave.