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Although she knew Maeve meant no harm, Faye Owen still had to gently smile and explain to her, "Maeve, you have your own father. You can't just randomly pick up an uncle and bring him back to your mother."
"Hey, hold on, Faye Owen. What's this about randomly picked up?" Yves King protested, glaring at her, "A good man like me is hard to find even with a lantern. Maeve has good taste, she thinks I'm pretty good."
"Yves King," she returned with a sarcastic smirk, "I'm talking to Maeve. Why are you interfering? From your tone, it seems like you're keen on being picked up by Maeve. Or is my intuition correct and you have other ideas about Wendy while her husband is away?"
"Faye Owen, I'm just keeping it real, don't complicate things." He commented, sipping his porridge, "I merely pointed out that your judgement isn't as good as Maeve's. It doesn't mean I want to be picked up by her for Wendy."
