“Well honey, seems innocent enough to me. He came in and fell in love with your buns.”

“Baby," he told me, his eyes lidded and dark, "you always taste like honey buns.”

“It seems, in tragedy, that innocence is not enough.”

“ So, that's it? You think I'm just some idiot that fell for your bullshit! Well you're wrong! I fell in love with you, Caleb. I fell in love with your sick sense of humor. I fell in love with the way you protected me. You saved my life!" - Livvie/Kitten”

“Ryan has this blank, way too innocent expression. "Don't worry, Mr. Risk. I'd love to help Elisabeth."He turns to me and smiles. This smile isn't genuine or heartwarming, but cocky as hell.Bring it, jock boy. Your best won't be good enough.”

“What makes you think he won't freak? He is my father and I'm his only little girl.""Betcha five bucks.""Deal," I said with a laugh. "He is gonna freak and I'll take your money and buy a honey bun with a diet cream soda and I won't share with you," I sang.”