“What are we doing here? (Delphine)Going to eat. What? You got Alzheimer’s? (Jericho)No, but I don’t see a restaurant around here. (Delphine)If I put us inside the restaurant, people might scream and freak. Not to mention, it has a Web cam there that makes it even harder to just poof inside. Damn modern people and their wizard’s tools. (Jericho)”

“There’s too much to be done. I need to know– (Jericho)No. (Delphine)No, you d’in. (Jericho)Yes, I di’id. Don’t make me use my Jeri ninja mind tricks on you. I might screw up and fry your brains. (Delphine)”

“What? Was that a laugh? (Delphine)No. (Jericho)Yes, it was. I heard it. Holy cow, call Hermes to spread the news. I think I just started the end of the world…it has to be a sign of the apocalypse. (Delphine)”

“Why would you do that? (Delphine)Why do you think? (Jericho)Because I’m a bossy hag and you’d rather be enslaved to a man you hate than deal with me. (Delphine)You know…you’re not funny. (Jericho)I think I’m hysterical. (Delphine)”

“C’mon, sweetie, you can say it. (Delphine)(She moved his mouth playfully with her hands.)You don’t suck, Delphine. I…you. C’mon, Jericho. I only bite in the bedroom. You can do this. I know you’re not really mute. (Delphine)”

“So would you like to join me for something to eat? (Jericho)As long as it doesn’t involve the entrails of demons, I might be persuaded. (Delphine)Demon entrails have no appeal for me, either. Zeus’s are another matter. (Jericho)”