I think they need to invent edible peanut shells.

I had no idea we'd have to clean shells off the trail.

If it swims, it's edible.

How is it that you make me want so many things I had sworn I could do without?

I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this-- what she and I have-- it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.

Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.