A faint little frown creased her forehead and Meg nodded, slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, she's nice."
There was a pause before Meg just blurted out, "Do you ever get a funny feeling about someone? I mean, shit, she's been nothing but nice, and she takes care of Olly, and I should like her. But I just feel like...like something's going to go really horrible." She blushed faintly, biting her lower lip. "Yeah, I sound crazy. I know. Maybe I just don't like baked goods?"