Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn." I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper." Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.