Try again, I've gotten much better at detecting your bullshit

How did you get in here?' (...) 'How I got here isn't important, because I could do it twenty times again, each time a different way.

...crackers..." a voice breathed out nehind us, "yesss..."
Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling.
"He dreams about food," he said. "A lot.

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?"
"I've a knife in my boot," she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.

Nobody calls me 'blondie' and keeps their kneecaps.

Let's carpe the hell out of this diem.