“Here"-she handed me the coffee-"I was just bringing this up to you.""Oh,wow,that's really nice of you," I replied, mentally adding Lara to my list of People Who Are Awesome. At Hex Hall, we were practically blasted out of bed in the morning by an alarm that was somewhere between a foghorn and the baying of hell hounds. People bringing you coffee in bed was a way nicer way to wake up.”

“You do know I am my father’s son, right? People don’t talk to me that way and live. (Syn)Oh, like I fear you. Never. Besides, a fight might dislodge whatever has crawled up your sphincter and bring back the much nicer version of you. (Shahara)”

“I think, maybe,I fell in love with yourpatterns and inconsistencies,like the way you squeakin your sleep.And the way your heart beats.I want to be your heartbeatjust to be that muchcloser to you,living there inside your chest,making a homeunder your flesh.And waking up tosunshine is nice,I guess,but waking to your smileis like having sunshinein my bed every morning,warmth radiatingfrom your sideof the mattress.And I would love to makeyou a regular thing;pillow talk in evenings,coffee and muffins in the morning,making everydayas stunning as this one.take me in small doses;I'll take you all at once.”

“Peanut: Just last week I was lying in bed and I woke up sobbing 'I will never be happy until we return to SA-NA-TA-ANA!' And now we're here! Thank you for bringing me! ”

“When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy”

“Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were.It hasn’t happened this morning, either.”