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He Doesn't Need My Help Coming Up With Pranks. He's Got Too Many Ideas Of His Own. - Daja Referring To Briar In Their First Year At Discipline Cottage

I Wish We Had A Sign That This Flaming Dragon Is Part Of An Attack Or Something. Those Dung Heaps Might Think It’s Just One Of Their Own Monsters Enjoying The Sunrise.

We Could Mate. In A Year Our Nestlings Would Be Large Enough To Mob Anyone We Like...should I Begin To Court You? Do You Like Grubs Or Ants Better?...i Will Be Here. In Case You Change Your Mind About Mating.

You Aren't A Bit Romantic, Are You?" He Asked, Amused. She Sat Back And Stared At Him. She Was Beginning To Think That Neal Required A Keeper. He Seemed To Have The Craziest Ideas. "romance? Isn't That Love Stuff?" She Asked Finally. "it's More Than Just Love. It's Color, And-and Fire. You Don't Want Things Magnificent And Filled With-with Grandeur," He Said, Trying To Make Her Understand. "you Know, Drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion." "i Just Want To Be A Knight," Kel Retorted, Putting Her Used Tableware On Her Tray. "eat Your Vegetables. They're Good For You.

You're An Obnoxious Canker-blossom. Go Ooze Somewhere Else.