We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas.
Why can't we for once have a meeting in Starbucks?
So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt.
You know you're in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.
Listen to me, goblin. You're stupid, let's accept that and move on.
Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers