“Sure,” she replied. “I’ll ask Sylvia for a bucket of ice.” Grady didn’t even flinch. “Now, now, save the violence for the scraps.” “I’m not even sure that would wake up Ezren,” Foster said. “That girl sleeps like the dead. There have been days I’ve had to actually shake her awake.” “You mean sleeping beauty doesn’t wake up with a kiss?” Grady smirked. “Maybe she’s just waiting for her Prince Charming,” Sylvia teased, plucking a synth strawberry from her plate.
