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Aelin: well our future selves haven’t come from the future to stop us.
Aelin: so how bad of a decision can it really be?
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Lysandra: is this really a good idea?
Aelin: well our future selves haven’t come from the future to stop us.
Aelin: so how bad of a decision can it really be?
Chaol: all right everyone, pay attention. I have an important announcement to make and I only have a minute.
Dorian: let me guess, you’re in a hurry.
Chaol: no. I was referring to your short attention spans.
Cassian: when have I ever done anything rash or irresponsible?
Rhys: I keep a list. It’s in alphabetical order.
Tamlin: I don’t have any friends.
Lucien: those are bold words coming from somebody within hugging distance.
Aelin: what is it?
Rowan: *gives Aelin a cake*
Aelin: mmmm... I love you.
Rowan: are you talking to me or the cake?
Aelin: do you want me to lie to you, Rowan?
Manon: I’m getting married.
Dorian: that’s great, Manon.
Manon: to you.
Manon: sign this.
Cassian: you’re bleeding out and are going to need a transfusion. What’s your blood type?
Azriel: B positive.
Cassian: I’m trying but you’re bleeding a lot.
Rhys: nice to see you again.
Feyre: *turns around*
Feyre: are you talking to my butt?
Rhys: yes.
Rowan: fuck me if I’m wrong, but-
Aelin: you’re wrong. So wrong. DEFINITELY WRONG.
Chaol: what are your plans for the future?
Dorian: lunch.
Chaol: I meant long term plans.
Dorian: what, like dinner?
Aedion: what’s your favourite colour?
Lorcan: Elide.
Lorcan: wait, what was the question?
Feyre: I thought you said you wouldn’t tell a soul!
Rhysand: I did! That’s why I told Amren; she doesn’t have a soul!
Amren: it’s true.
Lucien: I like my women like I like my coffee.
Lucien: incapable of loving me back.
My son: why is my sister called Rose?
Me: because your father likes roses.
My son: then why am I called-
Me: it’s time to go to sleep, Throne of Glass.
Elide: *looking in mirror* this dress looks great!
Aelin: I bet it would look even better in Lorcan’s floor.
Lorcan: are you hitting on Elide... for me?
Amren: can you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Cassian: *crouches down*
Rhysand: *gets on knees*
Amren:
Amren: I hope you both die.
Lysandra: Aedion, what do I do?
Aedion: well I’m not great at advice...
Aedion: can I offer you a sarcastic comment instead?