“What about me? I'll be okay in here. The Afterlife may be second-best cheesecake, but it's still cheesecake.”

“Contrary to popular belief, going shopping is really about stopping afterward for cheesecake.”

“Life tastes better after a slice of cheesecake!”

“Why don't you just order the fucking cheesecake?”

“Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.”

“What was she thinking? Tarnished Silver? Brother. He probably practiced that smoldering look in the mirror so all women within a mile would fall over like nine pins when he smiled. Well, count her out. He was mouthwatering to look at, but so was cheesecake, and cheesecake was a heck of a lot safer.”