If Sam were a tree, you know what kind of tree he’d be?”
“What kind?”
“A pine. Because of all the pining.

So I said, “Goddammit,” and hugged it out with the both of them, because feelings.

I seem to suffer from a very serious condition called obliviousness by proximity. It causes screaming and the occasional uncontrollable need to stomp stupid wizards for being stupid.

Hmm,” Gary said. “Yes. Your meeting. Your secret meeting that you never tell anyone about or where it is or why you go. That meeting.

I would let you stay the night and then have you for breakfast,” Gary said.

How do I look?” Gary asked, posing obscenely.