[Well now she's definitely going to let that slip to Jacob. Petty warfare and all, it won't backfire on her in the least.]
Oh, you have standards for me now. I see. Zero for two, apparently. Tell me: am I to sire now purely based on potential worth?
I get along with him. I like him. There's few enough people I can say that about; does that not count for anything?
And I'll thank you not to insult him. A rabid dog— you wonder why I think you jealous? Because there's no easier way to rile you up than to mention him in any capacity.
[Never mind the time she and Harlan pointedly banged within Newt's earshot, my, my.]
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Oh, you have standards for me now. I see. Zero for two, apparently. Tell me: am I to sire now purely based on potential worth?
I get along with him. I like him. There's few enough people I can say that about; does that not count for anything?
And I'll thank you not to insult him. A rabid dog— you wonder why I think you jealous? Because there's no easier way to rile you up than to mention him in any capacity.
[Never mind the time she and Harlan pointedly banged within Newt's earshot, my, my.]