inconceivable

“What? Isn’t that the same thing? And you’re wearing a pretty dress, so that’s, like, the same thing, too.”

“Cinderella, that the one with the shoes, right?”

I don’t think the fifth amendment exactly applies in Britain. Luckily, my ego doesn’t want to her the answer, so I’ll let you dodge the question

Yeah, like I say. He’s a bit bigger, but he’s a complete softy, so I think Char would be fine with him

“I think it’s cute. How old were you when you named Dog?”

“Third cutest. My dog and my boyfriend’s dog come before him. I’m biased, sorry.” 

“Don’t twist my words. You know what I meant. I was not being hateful to Johanna. I love her despite her pettiness and other faults. I don’t cower. If zare was a real fight. I would stand. But I don’t bring a fight on everyone I care about. Is zare something mature in getting everyone killed while trying to play ‘ero? Do you ‘ave fun pretending to be a vigilante, does it make you feel good? Because you ‘ave to be ‘elping yourself. You’re not ‘elping anyone else, so what zen is your point? It’s a difficult decision to walk away from your self-destruction, but it’s what needs to be done. It’s what’s right”

What unusual way, to be preciser? I mean, I do know, but I’m curious what exactly of my speech made you think that.

“I know I’m not laughing at all, but know that that was very funny. Keep it up. If the healing isn’t working, go be a comedian. Inside, I’m rolling on the floor laughing. I promise.”

“Asthmatic, not allergic. Also, not a big fan of the hairs. I hope I haven’t offended the dog too much.”

“Because it’s a tiny little thing and Charlie and I kept referring to it as the mouse or sometimes the rat or the hamster–all with love of course. Mouse is what it picked up on though and he thinks that’s his name now.”