Okay, so, yeah, this guy was a weirdo. Except one of those kind of cute weirdos, that Blair wasn't entirely sure whether to leave, destroyed, in a cardboard box by the side of the road, or to take home and keep as a pet and give jelly beans. "Right, so, crazy old cat ladies and missile-launching bald men aside, Kitty Minky is probably in good hands with the mentally ill. Overall." Got it.

"What's your name anyway? Who... I'm, well." She outstretched a hand, chin raised a defiant inch. "Blair Waldorf."