The time this tiny blond had been talking, Greta had felt like she had known her. Of course, she'd met people throughout the course of her life who could make you feel like you'd known them forever with a sentence or two, but this was even more familiar.
Because she sort of felt like she didn't like the girl. Not that she didn't like her, necessarily, but that they had-- unfinished business?-- and it was upsetting her.
Until she put the two together.
Tiny. Blonde. Chirping bird-like voice. Familiarity which knew no bounds.
Daisy. Hookum.
"Well, that's too bad for you, Daisy," Greta said, placing her hand on a hip. "Sorry you had to settle for somebody who wasn't Tilden and is apparently a huge jerk."
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