“I’m sorry, you just remind me of someone. (Rose)Old boyfriend? (Gallagher)No, my great-grandfather. (Rose)That’s not particularly flattering. I thought I looked rather good for my age. (Gallagher)”

“Oh no, that’s for you. Presents make people happy. The Simi wants you to be happy. (Simi)Thank you, Simi. (Gallagher)No need to thank me. See, that’s what families do. They take care of each other. (Simi)I no longer have a family. I had to give them up. (Gallagher)Of course you have a family. Everyone has family. I’m your family. Akri your family. Even that smelly old goddess is your family. She’s that creepy old aunt who comes around but nobody likes her so they make fun of her when she’s gone. (Simi)”

“I miss my family. (Gallagher)I miss mine too. My mama was good people. ‘Simi,’ she would say, ‘I love you.’ Akri loves me too. See, akri even gave me hornay warmers so my horns wouldn’t get cold. You want some hornay warmers too? (Simi)I don’t have horns. (Gallagher)I could give you some real colorful ones. Akri has some black ones, but he doesn’t let other people see them. (Simi)Ash has horns? (Gallagher)Oh my, yes. They are quite lovely. Not as lovely as mine, but they are still very nice. The Simi would say she hopes you see them, but if you ever did, you’d be dead and I think the Simi would miss you. You seem very nice too. (Simi)”

“I wonder what Talon would say. (Gallagher)He would tell you not to piss me off. (Acheron)”

“So tell me, do you want Simi to be your family? (Simi)Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family. (Gallagher)Good. You’re such a smart Dark-Hunter.(Simi)”

“What are you doing out here? (Gallagher)Not much. Akri is off with that red-headed demon so he said I could go play just so long as I don’t eat nothing not cooked by a human. But all my favorite places are closed so I thought I’d go find the bears myself and see if Jose, since he’s human, would make me up something good that wouldn’t make akri mad if I ate it. (Simi)”

“What’ cha doing out here all alone? Did you forget how to find Sanctuary? (Simi)No. I want to be alone for a bit. (Gallagher)Why? Were the bears mean to you? Mama can get a bit cranky whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I’m going to eat one, but bleh! They’re way too hairy. Now if she’d let me skin one, I might be interested. (Simi)Are you joking? (Gallagher)Oh no. I never joke about hairy food. (Simi)”