Kaylee, you're adding two and two and coming up with seven.
Her dark-eyed glare narrowed on me. "You could have least given him a shirt, Kaylee." "Like you're an expert on when it's appropriate to wear a shirt." Sabine bristled. "This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?
Had I just begged for an audience with Death?
So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately?
At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.
Think of it as a second opinion on his value. If he wasn't worth the fight, wouldn't she just let him go? Wouldn't you?