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Immediately following her mini-outburst, Finley felt like a jack ass. She began to nibble upon her button lip - a telltale sign that she was either uncomfortable or hiding something, but you didn't hear it from me! She could see Dove's face morphing along with each thought that was going through her head, presumably. Meanwhile, Fin's mind was racing, trying to figure out how to clarify. And also a little bit panicking that she really didn't know what to call him... That was probably a bad thing.

When the alabaster female spoke again, it brought Finley's mind back to attention. Her mouth fell open slightly at the term misses. Was that what she was? "Well we're not mates or anything," she replied, wanting to downplay their relationship because the whole 'misses' and 'mates' thing was suddenly really freaking her out.