Mary

“I could win you a goldfish."

"I don't think that's be fair to the goldfish," Gemma said. "I've had about a dozen of them, and they all seem to die within days of me getting them."

"Oh, yeah." Alex smiled crookedly. "I remember you making your dad bury them out in the backyard."

"They were my pets, and they deserved a proper burial."

"I better be careful around you." Alex stepped back from her cautiously, giving her a wide berth. "You're a goldfish mass murderer. I don't know what you're capable of."

"Stop!" Gemma laughed. "I didn't kill them on purpose! I was little. I think I overfed them. Out of love, though."

"That's even scarier," he teased. "Do you plan to kill me with kindness?"

"Maybe." She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to look menacing, making him laugh.”
― Amanda Hocking, Wake

“So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. What do you like to do?"

"Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast."

"That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast."

"That works out, doesn't it?”
― Amanda Hocking, Wake