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"Good planning," he said, shrugging non-committally. "I dunno. Probably a lot like you're doin' now I'd think. She doesn't make it a 'abit or nothing. But it's 'appened."
Trevor glanced at the egg shells and promptly looked back up at Verity. He noticed the hitch in her voice but decided he didn't really want to push. His cousin was just the type to take an inquiry in to her well being as an opening to discuss it or something equally as dull. Instead he took another swig from his glass.