You have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,’’ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. ‘‘First off, they’re not dirty. I licked them first.

Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.

I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble..." "yeah." She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.

You can't go around... licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just... unsanitary.

Claire said. “I might be able to get him to stop.” “Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,” Shane said. “I kind of worry.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah?” “A little bit.” “That’s …nice.” He studied her, and returned the smile. “Yeah,” he said. “Kind of is, actually.

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

I suppose I’ll have to clean up Freddy’s brains; I hate to leave a mess for the home owners. Hand me that plastic bag; I need to put it over his head to keep him from leaking. Oh, relax, Freddy; I’ll tear an airhole for you.” - Mercer