* Get one of those marvellous pink rabbit hand blenders. Like the ones I've seen on the late-night shopping channel.

Make-up? What happened? You look almost female."
"Thanks. You look almost straight.

Thanks to April,” she whispered, “you have the wedding you’ve dreamed about ever since you were a little girl.”

Dean’s boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart.

The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one!

Okay, that one's pretty good," Fred acknowledged, after she'd told him a particularly filthy joke. "But have you heard the one about the baker's wife?"
"No," Kyra said.
"Rumor has it, she married him for his buns." Fred burst out laughing.
Kyra groaned. "Okay, that was just bad.

I'm glad you escaped, Kyra," Fred said, looking serious again. "And that I found you."
"Me too," Kyra said, glancing up at him. "It wouldn't have been much of a life trying to live in the dumbwaiter."
Fred leaned down and kissed Kyra full on the lips.
Kyra pulled away. "How do you know I'm interested in you? Just because you've decided I'm worth hanging around for doesn't mean I feel the same way."
Fred cocked his head at her. "Really?"
"Oh, okay," Kyra said.
Then she kissed him back.