Hindsight is a dangerous game

I would rather be punished for making the right decision than live with the guilt of making the wrong one for the rest of my life.

Sophie flung a pillow at his head. Or, she tried to. Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she expect, and...She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face. Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between choking laughs: “THAT...WAS...THE...GREATEST...THING...IVE...EVER...SEEN!

Why else would you spend so much time helping Miss Fosters causes?”“Uh... you’ve seen how cute she is, right?” Keefe asked.

I think we could all use a little more weird in our lives.

Keefe tried to break the tension, pumping his fist and shouting, “LORD HUNKYHAIR LIVES! Say it now, Ro. Say it!

Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?” Keefe asked. “We’re not calling it that,” Sophie told him. “Oh, I think we are. And don’t worry, Foster,” Keefe added, patting her on the head. “I’ll still love you when you’re oozy.

It’s amazing he made it through without me bashing his pretty face.”“Aw, did you hear that? Ro thinks I’m pretty! I mean- I usually go for more of a roguish handsome, but...” He tosses his hair and fluttered his eyelashes. Sophie’s lips curled into a smile-without her permission.

Keefe’s smile looked determined as he stepped back and took Sophie’s hand. “I’m always with you, Foster. What ever you want, I’m in.