“Fried twinkies? Paris nodded. Only once, I've never forgotten the experience. It's like heaven in your mouth, man.”
“I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.”
“For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.”
“At least yours talks," Elysia said, irritably shoving a fry into her mouth. "Mine just stares. Like a cow.”
“I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.”
“You're going to have to settle on one eventually. Why not save us both the hassle, close your eyes and point. Whoever you're pointing at will be our winner." "I've played that game once before. Ended up--" Paris shuddered. "Never mind. It's not good to wander down that particular memory trail. So no. Just no.”