We boarded the plane after boxing our stakes and knives and taking them to a FedEx carrier, airport security being so strict nowadays. In the section marked 'contents', Bones filled out 'Tofu'. God, but he had a sick sense of humor sometimes.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.

He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat

How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I'd die for you. Why wouldn't I want to live for you as well?

Your mom can't hate a whole country because of one person!

He also deeply distrusts vampires, as you had guessed yourself,” Bones added. “Aside from that, all I heard was enough repetitions of ‘how many chucks could a woodchuck chuck’ to make me want to stake myself.

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!