"You were an easy mark," Sammy countered. "It was practically cake."

"One: I hope he has some left. Two: I hope they have decent coffee. Three: Marcus Whitman, aka the Black Knight, is the guy I'm sleeping with and Aether is his flying horse. Don't cringe, I'm all grown up now. Four: This is when I say I'd have to wear underwear to have an underwear drawer, but you're driving and I don't want to end up in a wreck while you bleach that out of your brain. Five: You just asked what I was thinking, you didn't say you wanted it to make sense. I want a flying car."