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"Oh, seriously?" Grimm made a glum face. "That's gotta suck. Vomiting is so gross," she offered, assuming from her interactions with Fox that crass sympathy was just as welcome as the sensitive, flowery kind. Speaking of vomiting. "I'm searching for mushrooms," she whispered theatrically, casting suspicious looks at the shadow treeline. The sunrise was as yet unimpressive and lacking in colour, owing for the most part to densely layered cloud. "To chase a bear out. I'm gonna cause anal and oral explosions that're so bad, its guts will just drop out." There's that said, then.