“But if they’re doing all that in Italian – I’d want to go to an Italian opera, I think – then it’s romantic.” “I don’t get how dying’s romantic.” “Well, like Romeo and Juliet —” “Double teenage suicide. Yeah, that makes my heart melt.” Sulking a little, Peabody continued the run. “It’s romantic tragedy.” “That’s one of those oxygons.” “Moron.” Eve turned her head, aimed steely eyes. “Repeat that.” “I meant oxymoron. It’s oxymoron not gon. Sir.”
