“I know you have a conscience, Mad—” “See, there you go using those odd words! Next, you’ll have me writing lines like ‘Setting fires is wrong’ over and over. God, that brings back memories.” Dawn planted her hands on her hips. “Well, it is wrong.” “Depending on what or who you’re burning, sure.” “That’s not why—Stop laughing, Makenna! Snorting coffee out of your nose is not attractive.”
