“Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.”
“You proposed over a plate of burned bacon?”
“No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon." Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.”
“Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.”
“Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you!"Wrath to Beth after the brother's bow to her.”
“You worry too much. Eat some bacon...what? No, I got no idea if it'll make you feel better, I just made too much bacon.”