Bubbly is bogus.
You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.
I love my virginity to the apocalypse.
I'm a girl.When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression. Indeed, she said.Deryn's mouth feel open. You mean you...Did you barking ?I had no idea at all....
You're splitting?No sh*it, Sherlock.
Lace: Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire?Cal: Um, maybe?
God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?!
Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.
People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.
Nummy-time!--Cal
Run and hide. We're on our way.
