“Did you say feet prisoners before, or was I hearing things?” “You weren’t hearing things. I don’t like wearing feet prisoners.” He raises a brow. “What are feet prisoners?” “You know, the things you put on your feet. Otherwise known as shoes.” He thinks about this for a moment. “Shouldn’t they be feet prisons? Because the feet are the prisoners.” I mean, if Mr. Smarty-Pants wants to be technical about it, I guess. “I like feet prisoners.” His mouth curves into a grin. “You might be the weirdest person I’ve ever met. And trust me, I’ve met some weirdos.”
