We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

We Can't Do This Without You," I Managed At Last. "everyone Talks About My Powers, But You're The Badass Here.

When You Say ‘old Friend,’ Are We Talking, Like...since The Ice Age?” “no. Of Course Not.” “oh.” “it’s Only Been About Four Hundred Years.” “ah. Yes. Only Four Hundred.” A Wry Expression Spread Over His Face. “being With You Is A Continual Experiment In Perspective. Among Other Things.

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

Now I See Some Family Resemblance. I Was Starting To Wonder If Jill Was Adopted, But You Two Kind Of Look Like Each Other." "so Does Our Mailman Back In North Dakota," Said Adrian.

Wait. You Think I'm Going To Die? That's Why You Slept With Me?