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“Broccoli spaceship. Broccoli SPACESHIP!”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Fine!" he relented, giving her a dirty look. "But only if you stay in front."
She rolled her eyes. "My, what chivalry."
"To hell with chivalry. Your idea, you die first.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Driggs whispered to Lex out of the side of his mouth as they walked, "I never got grounded before you came here."
"You never touched a boob before I came here either."
"Touché." He flashed a goofy grin as Uncle Mort shoved him into his room and slammed the door. "Worth it!”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“We were just showering," Lex muttered.
"Of course," Uncle Mort said. "Everyone knows how impossible it is to zestfully clean without assistance.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Hi, I'm Driggs."
"Damn, boy. You're even cuter up close." Cordy looked him up and down hungrily. "Got any dead brothers in here?"
Lex made a face. "Cordy, ew."
"Doesn't hurt to ask!" She peered at Driggs. "Now tell me, what are your intentions with my sister?"
Driggs became flustered. "Um, I don't know. To love her...and, uh...honor...protect..."
Lex went red. "Driggs, shut up."
"Awkward." Cordy beamed. "Love it."
"We have to go," Driggs said in an unnecessarily loud voice.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Yeah, well, love doesn't always beat out the fear."
"Sometimes it does," he replied with a smile, pecking her on the nose.
"Christ, Driggs. You're turning into a Lifetime movie."
"Your defense mechanisms are captivating, as always.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.”
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“You lied to me!"
"You're going to have to be more specific. What did I lie to you about this time?”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“And you're going to help me find it."
"Oh, really?" he replied with a wry grin. "Why's that?"
"Because you promised to love me," she said in a dopey voice. "And, uh...honor me...and protect..."
He snickered. "Shut up, spaz.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“They had completely failed to notice Norwood and Heloise storming out of the house, Uncle Mort scaling the ladder, and the fact he was now staring at them and had been for several minutes.
"Good grief," he said. "As if I didn't have enough to worry about."
Lex and Driggs jumped apart and wiped spittle from their mouths. "What's up?" Driggs said in a terrible attempt at nonchalance.
"Hormone levels obviously.”
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“Where did you hear that?" he shouted over Driggs' cries of pain from the back seat.
"Driggs told me," she quickly answered.
"Thanks, pumpkin," Driggs groaned. "Love you too.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“And I got myself a camel," Cordy finished with a smile.
Lex stared at her. "Why?"
"Duh, Lex, because I can .”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Who knows why you kids do any of the crap you do?"
"And who knows why you guys are such assholes?" Lex countered, taking a sip of her soda. "Life is just full of little mysteries, isn't it?”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Well, remember, active Grims can't have children. Fertility is adversley affected by the proximity to the ether, to Elixir, and all sorts of other components-- plus, the Grimsphere is no place to raise a family, even if woman conceive here."
Lex snuck a glance at Driggs, but Uncle Mort caught her.
"That doesn't mean you get a free pass to ride the baloney pony when ever you want to. Got it?”
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“Um, sweetums?" Driggs piped up.
Lex blew a sweaty clump of hair off her forehead. "What did you just call me?"
He sank further under her glower. "I just - ow !”
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“And speaking of Terms, we need to set a few ground rules here with...this," he said, clearing his throat and gesturing at the two of them.

"With what?" Lex said.

"That," Uncle Mort replied, pointing to a suspicious-looking mark on her neck.

Lex's hand flew to her throat while Driggs shifted, uneasy.
"Why?" he asked.

"Don't 'why?' me, Romeo. You know I trust you, but Lex is still my niece. In the absence of her father, it's up to me to do everything in my power to complicate and interfere with her budding love life."

Lex frowned. "Hey-”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“So here's the deal: You will sleep in separate bedrooms. You will leave your doors open at all times. You will keep the public displays of affection to a minimum. You will attempt to dismantle any of my surveillance equipment, which, I remind you, covers nearly every room of this house. And if I hear any article of clothing being unzipped, unstrapped, unhooked, or unbuckled, you will lose the body part that it corresponds to. Understand?"
Lex and Driggs looked at each other, then nodded, defeated.”
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“you've been back here in my presence for two agonizing hours now, and if we don't properly make out soon, I'm going to hurl myself off the roof.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Uncle Mort pounded on the ceiling of the basement.
"I sense affection!" he yelled. "Knock it off, you two!"
Scowling at the camera, Lex retreated to the other end of the couch while Driggs pulled his shirt back down and gave her a disappointed look.
"Next time Crash us to a hotel room, okay?" he grumbled.”
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“No, I mean the key," he said. "It's made of bone."
Lex raised an eyebrow. "As in ivory?"
"As in human."
She let out a shriek and dropped it.
"Sweet dreams," he said with a smirk, closing the door.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“I was a teenage boy once too, you know," Uncle Mort said, popping back up. "I know what your brain looks like. It's a three-ring circus in there.”
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“Do something!" Norwood told him.
"Do what?" Uncle Mort's face was furious. "Fly up there and get it? You bring your broomstick, Hel?”
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“And as much as I'd love to continue exploring the existential implications of Damning roadkill, the truth is" - he plunged his hands into his hair until it stuck up even more than usual - "you've been back here in my presence for two agonising hours now, and if we don't properly make out soon, I'm going to hurl myself off the roof."
Lex blinked.
Then Driggs smushed his lips to hers so quickly that she had to grab the gutter to keep from falling.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“But Mort caught me before I even left the house and insisted on taking me himself, figuring that I would probably go and investigate on my own no matter how many times he stopped me."
"Little Driggs sounds a lot like me," Said Lex.
"Please don't besmirch his memory.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Lex studied her. "Wait a sec. You're happy here?"
The expression on Cordy's face confirmed this. "Not gonna lie, Lex. It's pretty bitchin'."
"So I've been worried sick about you this whole time, picturing you miserable and wrecked and plotting my excruciating demise, and you're telling me this has all been a summer cruise?"
"Yeah. Sorry.”
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“After a minute or so, Lex pushed him away. "Stop."
"Why?" He looked horrified. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing-"
"Was it that thing I did with my tongue?"
"Um, no. Your tongue and its many talents are perfect. Keep up the good work." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled-up scrap of paper.”
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“Maybe I should off myself right now and come join you."
Cordy frowned. "Why?"
"Well," said Lex, "it's no picnic over here in the land of the living. The whole town hates me, Mom and Dad probably despise me, there's an angry, murderous bitch tearing up the country, I've got your death to avenge and no one's offering ME any hard candy.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“What about a warning system?" Heloise said.
"The entire encounter lasted less than five seconds, Hel. I doubt that even with your admirable ability to sprint in heels, you would have been able to get there in time.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch

“Oh, no, nothing. It’s just—” He sounded embarrassed. “Your lips are really goopy. And wet. Like a glazed ham.” Lex exhaled, relieved. True, her boyfriend had just compared her to a pork product, but it was a lot better than the alternative. “I know, it’s disgusting.”
― Gina Damico, Scorch