"I don’t do ‘family’. That would require caring about someone. Which I don’t.”

                              But I did.

        “Anna…”

           ”Don’t make me call your dad.”

          “What did you do?”

      [ She knows that look. It’s been displayed on her own face plenty of times. ]

        "Indeed. I could be a comedian.                                Trust me, if I took a bite out of you, it wouldn’t be ‘cause I long for the fucking taste, you little shit.”                            Or a sensitive nose.

       ”Definitely not the first thing I want to hear when I walk through the door.”

       [ Oh, God. Run. Out of the library.               She ends up stumbling through the door.             Now to fake it... -- Smile, damn it. ]

       "To eat his kid for breakfast, maybe?                       Don’t be so sure of that, mutt.”

      “Why would I be here for your dad?”

       "Hurray."

    " Just blame it on me if we get caught. My parents don’t chain me to walls when I get in trouble. They take away my phone and don’t let me get extra pepperoni on my pizza — like normal parents. ” she gives the other a firm pat on the shoulder and gestures her to follow. ” Right      I guess I forgot about that. All I have is this freaky touch thing. “

              "They don't chain me up when I get in trouble. That's just on full moons. -- But I wouldn't put it past my dad to like... No, no, I don't wanna think about this any more. What are we meant to talk about? Alistair totally has a crush on you. It's either that or you intimidate him, because his heartbeat speeds up when he sees you."

        ❝How many times I gotta tell you there ain’t no Black Beauty in your hot dog?❞