Beltira: What’s it like working with the Arends?
Polgara: Imagine working with completely civilised, responsible, and mature people.
Belkira: Okay.
Polgara: Now throw that idea out of the window.

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Beltira: What’s it like working with the Arends?
Polgara: Imagine working with completely civilised, responsible, and mature people.
Belkira: Okay.
Polgara: Now throw that idea out of the window.
Sometimes a family is a pair of weird magic twins who finish each other's sentences, a grumpy old man who uses insults to communicate affection, an immortal miscreant with a thing for wolves, his badass immortal daughter, her supportive husband, her adopted sons and daughter in law, and the God who looks out for them. And that's okay.
Aldur: While I’m gone, you’re in charge, Belgarath.
Belgarath: Yes!
Aldur, whispering to Beltira and Belkira: You’re secretly in charge, but I don’t want him to feel bad.
Beltira and Belkira: Obviously.
Beltira: What are you looking at?
Belkira: Beldin has that extra forehead crease today, you know what that means.
Beldin: BELGARATH.
The other disciples: It's funny how you two are such good friends. Didn't he hate you at first?
Belgarath: Beldin hates everybody at first. It's his way of reaching out to people.
Torak: Hey! Wondering where I've been?
Aldur's disciples: No, we knew you were gone and it was nice.
Beltira and Belkira, reading prophecies alone in the Vale: Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.
Beltira and Belkira, running into the room: Belgarath-
Belgarath, whispering: SHHH!! Garion is sleeping!
Beltira and Belkira, also whispering: Oh, sorry.
Belgarath, still whispering: What’s up?
Beltira and Belkira, whispering calmly: There’s a fire.