What's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone.
"Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.

“Ah my daughter. Eighteen and already you've been accused of murder, aided felon…”

“Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted…”

“Maybe you don't need beauty sleep, but some of us aren't so lucky.”

“Well, let's see. Guardians spend all their time watching out forothers, risking…”