“So Lightning says to Mud,“What would happen if I struck your blood?”And Mud says, “Brother, It would hurt, And make me the motherOf every living thing.But, Fire Boy, you ain’t lifting my grass skirtUntil you burn me a ring.”

“She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud.You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.”

“Would I lie to you?”“There was that time you told me the mud pies would give me flying powers if I ate them.”“Not my fault. I really thought they would.”

“Why would you risk treason for a mud fight?” “You have no idea how much I’d risk for an honest-to-God mud fight between two hot women,” says Dee.”

“If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!”

“You can trust me, he says.You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?You don’t. But I ain’t.”