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Fox's baby-addled brain grasped the wrong end of the stick and ran away with it at speed. Grimm choked down a raucous bwahahaha, squeezing her lips tightly shut around the laughter. "Wouldn't you, if someone was legit threatening to jam a mushroom up there? The big kind," she emphasized, looking around for an example but finding none that were safe to pluck. "Or I could, you know.. lace meat with it and caaaaasually drop it in. Nobody says no to free dinner." Certainly not Grimm, who had the capacity to eat for twelve.