[June: "Edmund, I didn't know you did needlepoint! That's so neat!"]

[Edmund: "Lady Plume taught me! It's an art what involves stabbin' and Lady Plume said it be a good outlet for me hands!"]

[June: "That's great, Edmund!" Edmund: "Yeah! And I stole _loads_ of thread, so I'll be occupied for weeks!"]

[June stares. Edmund: "What?? It's not like I torched the places or nothin'!"]



[Dolan Glier from Facebook asks: "For the car salesman: Did he ever have to sell a lemon that really wasn't worth it?"]


[Catfield: "Say, pal, whadaya got against lemons??"]

[Catfield: "And I've never sold a thing in my life -- or death! -- that wasn't worth every buckaroo!"]

[Catfield: "Speakin' of which, I've got this fine coat made entirely of lemon pels! And -- just for you -- I got a swell deal!"]


[Violet: "Iris stood proudly.  Her hair was radiant. Vivian knew this elf could protect her. Something about Iris made Vivian feel safer than she ever..."

[Violet: "Hmm..."]

[Violet: "But how could Vivian trust anyone more than Sir Jacque, the man of her dreams?"]

[Hillary: "Maybe I could just... strategically knock a few suggestions onto the keyboard...?" Carmen: "Now you know how _I_ felt."]