Date: 2011-02-13 12:01 am (UTC)
The dark-haired girl held up one hand, and began ticking off fingers.

"Vedder. Regina. Gayle. Starsmore." And that came with a nod at Jono, naturally, and a matching nod back at George for "Lass."

She shrugged. "I want my ten bucks."

And she wanted to know what the hell was going on, and why her parents were being especially crazy today, and where this school was, but the condition had been "no grief," and that might count as grief. So she'd wait until she'd pocketed her money to pursue it further.
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