“Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts.”

“Οχι απλως θαυμα. Ενα παραμυθι. Προλαβα να κοιταξω φευγαλεα τα ματια του, πριν θ…”

“”

“Do not even suggest jazz. I saw Newsies and was traumatized for, like, five yea…”