“My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies.”
“Mason Patel is my counterpart. He is the eraser to my chalk. The milk to my cereal. The chocolate to my peanut butter. We were made for each other in cookie heaven.”
“I was just slipping my pajama top over my head when I heard Ren bellow, “YOU ate ALL of my peanut . . . butter . . . COOKIES?”
“Peanut butter is my frenemy.”
“I'd always hated any kind of peanut butter candy. Peanut butter, in my opinion, belonged in sandwiches and nowhere else.”
“My sweat smells like peanut-butter.”