If you want to mimic spoons in a drawer, I promise I won't think anythin' of it." She realized that curling the same way they'd fit much better. She sighed. "Okay, but I get to be the big spoon. I don't want to accidentally bump into your..." "Knife?" he supplied.

Merry has just found her bio dad Sly and is meeting him for the first time (as her dad) and her beau Jason is confused:Jason scratched the back of his neck. "Does someone want to tell me what's going on here?"Sly lowered his voice and breathed heavily a couple of times. "Luke, I am her father.""Funny.""No, really," Merry said, wide-eyed. "It might be true.

Jason is explaining the ins and outs of being a bird shifter to Merry.She says:"Sheesh. Okay, I think I only have one more question.""Shoot. No, don't shoot, but ask away.""If someday I get pregnant, will I lay eggs or have babies?"He burst out laughing and didn't stop until she hit him.

Tis the unexpected that makes life interesting.

She tipped back her glass and finished it. "Ah, lass. You drink like you're Irish already." She smirked. "I am Irish already. Always have been.

He brightened. "Are you Irish then?" "My last name is McNally. I'm as Irish as Paddy's pig.

Finn stood abruptly. "We need to follow 'em." "But aren't they followin' us? If we go after them, the five of us will be goin' around in circles.

I wish the Irish had never invented whiskey," Pat said. Mr. O'Malley smirked, "The Irish didn't invent it. God did. It was his way of keepin' the Irish from takin' over the world.

Wait," she whispered breathlessly. "I want us to come together." "What's wrong with you comin' twice, luv?

You're amazing," she whispered hoarsely.He pushed back the hair from her face. "You too.""How? All I do is let you play me like a piano."He chuckled. "You've got a great keyboard.