“He made a noise of disgruntlement. “It’s a bloody picnic. Sit. Eat. Shut up.”
“Shut up in public those bloody private wounds.”
“War's never a picnic. Although obviously soldiers do end up eating outdoors quite a lot.”
“(His heart clenched as she made a kissing noise to him then handed the phone back to Vane. Gods, how he loved that woman.)Ahh, Tally, me lub you too. (Vane)Shut up, crotch-sniffer. You’re not allowed to make lovey noises at me, only my honey is. (Talon)”
“No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.”
“Shut up, Nick. (Talon)'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.’ Love you too, Celt. (Nick)”