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What the FFfff—! Oh, great. It was Greedy’s [Sobeille’s] orphan crony, Snoopy. An excellent case study in never being able to mind one’s business. She stood in a position to gloat, his weasel now firmly captured as her prize.

But Svalinn had thicker skin than that. He’d once been raising two teenaged girls while battling a harpy wife with a (obviously undiagnosed) personality disorder. He’d weathered through worse. Initial outrage turned to petty awfulness. His tail never lost height.

How thoughtful, he deadpanned. I appreciate you taking that to one of the hungry mothers for me. Good to see you finally pulling your weight. A sneer curled his lip, turning to march away from the attention-seeker.