No. --Claire Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve

Take the back door," she said. "Claire, you and your strang friend-" "Eve," they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. "Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off

Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. “Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too.” The raccoon eye make-up exaggerated her eye roll. “Dork.” “Didn’t know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you’re eating this week.

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.