We Take What What We Can Get.

Adrian Was Easily Distractible By Wacky Topics And Shiny Objects.

(men Without Ambition Are Boring) And That Attitude, Mistress, Is Why The Females Of Your Kind Continue To Struggle For Equality. And Why They Continue To Fail.

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

Oh God," I Said. "i'm Zmey's Daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, Even.

You'd Give Up Drinking To Go See Your Dad?" "well, Not Permanently," He Said. "that'd Be Ridiculous. But Maybe I Could Switch To Something Slightly Cheaper For A While. Like...slushes. Do You Know How Much I Love Those? Cherry, Especially.