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"I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Grimm bounced happily on the spot, accepting the praise like a child. "Well if you do, I'm here and ready to murder," she jested, "Just give me a few days to work out the mechanics, otherwise I don't think you'll want me around the pack for a few days.. it really comes out of you, even if you just have a little bit." The budding potions master canted her head towards cluster of squat little growths on a decaying log nearby, sucking air through her teeth and shaking her head. "Really bad. I'll give those kids of yours a Dos and Don'ts chart when they pop out. That's soon, right? Did Peregrine tell you that I'm a wicked good sitter? Just say the word - I'll wipe butts and impart wisdom."