gracie

“Well, if you like honesty," Ro said, following him over to Keefe, "it stinks here, too. Everything smells like . . . "

"Fresh air?" Sophie guessed.

"Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier," Keefe said proudly.

"I'm not your girl," Sophie snapped back. "And don't think I'm done being mad at you!"

"Ohhh, a lovers' quarrel!" Ro clapped her hands. "Those are my favorite. Anyone have snacks? I feel like we should have snacks for this."

"That's not what this is," Sophie told her. "We're not . . .
never mind."

Ro grinned, flashing pointed teeth. "If you say so."

"Foster's not ready to face her feelings," Keefe stage-whispered.

"I'm ready to strangle you," Sophie countered.”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall

“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

“You’re in this, like, Ultra Knight in Shining Armor mode-“

“Aw, you hear that, Ro? Foster thinks I’m her hero!”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback

“Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?” Keefe asked.

“We’re not calling it that,” Sophie told him.

“Oh, I think we are. And don’t worry, Foster,” Keefe added, patting her on the head. “I’ll still love you when you’re oozy.”
― Shannon Messenger, Flashback