“You make me sound dictatorial," he said. "Finish your breakfast.”

“The students adore your father,' a perfumed woman said to me. 'Aren't you lucky to live with such a charming man!''He's even more charming at home,' Mom said. 'Isn't he, Bea? He rides a unicycle through the house -''- even up and down the stairs,' I added.'He juggles eggs as he makes breakfast every morning -''- which he serves to us in bed of course,' I said.'- and pulls fragrant bouquets out of his ass,' Mom finished.'He's just a joy.”

“You make me sound like an arrogant ass," he said."Are you?""No! I'm just me.”

“A smile spread across Amy’s face. “Bryce Elliot did you make breakfast for yourself and Sophie?”“Maybe,” he said softly and with more volume, “You’ll never get me to tell!”

“Listen, three eyes," he said, "don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.”

“There’s a sweet sound,” he said, slashing at the air. “Flap closer, Snow. I mean to make your feathers fly.”