Keefe

“Do you have any fathomlethes around here?”

“I hope you’re not talking about the weird river-pearl thing you took in Alluveterre that made you cover your walls in scraps of paper like a serial killer,” Sophie told him.

“Oh I am- I know you’re not going to like it, Foster. But I remembered a ton of stuff last time. So how about I promise to let you help me sort through the notes again? Remember that? Such a classic Keephie moment!”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“Wanna bet?” Keefe countered.

“Bad idea,” Sophie told him. “You’ve won twice now- that means you’re pretty much guaranteed to lose. Especially since this bet relies on me again.”

He grinned. “Exactly, Foster. You’re always the safe bet.”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“Hang on – what are you wearing?” Keefe asked as she threw back her covers, revealing the sparkly slogans on her tunic. “Is that a Bangs Boy reference? Because you know I haven’t let him into the Foster Fan Club, right?”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “It’s an inside joke – and Linh made this for me.”

”Yeah, well, it still breaks the fan club rules. As penance, I’m giving you a tunic that says, ‘Empaths Give Me All the Feels,” and I expect to see you wear it twice as much as Bang Boys.”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“Sophie flung a pillow at his head.

Or, she tried to.

Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she expect, and...

She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face.

Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between choking laughs: “THAT...WAS...THE...GREATEST...THING...IVE...EVER...SEEN!”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback