If We Pick A Fight, Then We're

It's Your Own Fault For Encouraging Him..., You Know. Now He Thinks He's A Human Being. Neal Of Queens Cove

You Aren't A Bit Romantic, Are You?" He Asked, Amused. She Sat Back And Stared At Him. She Was Beginning To Think That Neal Required A Keeper. He Seemed To Have The Craziest Ideas. "romance? Isn't That Love Stuff?" She Asked Finally. "it's More Than Just Love. It's Color, And-and Fire. You Don't Want Things Magnificent And Filled With-with Grandeur," He Said, Trying To Make Her Understand. "you Know, Drama. Importance. Transcendent Passion." "i Just Want To Be A Knight," Kel Retorted, Putting Her Used Tableware On Her Tray. "eat Your Vegetables. They're Good For You.

Anyone Who Tells You They Don't Need To Rewrite, They're Usually The Ones Who Need It Worst.

I Said I Fell Down. Ah. The Ground Bloodied Your Nose, Split Yer Lip, And Punched Ye In Th' Eye, All At Once. I Said I Don't Want To Talk About It.

Every Now And Then I Like To Do As I'm Told, Just To Confuse People.